Every whisperBen confronts me late last evening in the upstairs hall.
Of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
Consider this the hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me to my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
I've said too much
What's the point, bee? Why are you still trying to reconcile Cole and Jacob's war anymore? It doesn't matter now.
Good, they're all still reading. That makes it easier.
I'm not doing it for me, I wrote that for Caleb. Just because I give someone a cookie doesn't mean they are forgiven.
Who? Who isn't forgiven?
But I didn't answer, I just walked around him out to the balcony to say goodnight to the sea.