Bizarre?

Got something on me and he's going to break me...?

Her own lips in tragic,

Constantly turned towards it,

Never likely to be faced, 

I prefer to say nothing...

Quite upset me,

Somewhat outraged,

The look in his eyes,

Caught your attention?

The sort of thing you like to have, 

Said to you to give you the word and you want me to give you another?

Sometimes he didn't seem able to say a word though...

Painful or pleasant like a fate hanging over him;

He's ruined himself for me...

Out of my senses for fear,

It just came and went, I never thought of it again...

I keep thinking over and over however it was I came to do it and how I can't have it all again to do differently...?

I was all out of breath,

I was haunted with the fear of being alive,

I was afraid...

You desired too, no doubt it was all done in a moment;

I meant to write when I got out there,

I knew he was a long way off,

So thought there'd be time,

But didn't think they'd find it out so soon,

I had no means of knowing,

Recovered sufficiently to go back;

Yes and then I seemed to come to myself and it was too late...?

Violent emotional agitation under which he had been suffering...

Temporary madness,

You have heard the description of his eyes?

I don't pretend, mind you ah...?

Flash of darkness it is clearer to me than it is to you why this rather, what shall we call it... Bizarre?