I remember this.

Played over and over again and again. I'm not going to lose this time. I remember this. You talk and hold my hand, trace your finger softly behind my ear, murmur things like beautiful and sultry, and pull me along toward your gaping hole of a heart. And I follow where I'm led, holding tight to the pretty words and hand around my waist. And then you leave and I am soft and quiet and desperate and warm tears and deep aches.

But I remember this.
And I'm white hot steel this time. I'm loud and full of fury. I'm sharp and I'm on top. Winning, winning, winning. Never stepping an inch closer to sweet spoken promises. I won't lose this time. Fury is choking me, letting hot tears run down my face twisted into fight.

I remember this.
We both walk away bleeding.