Spencer’s  head hung shamefully on her frame.  All alone.  Again.

I try to remember to forget you 
But I break down every time I do 

Ashley’s Porsche made a small rumbling noise as she pushed on even harder on the accelerator.  She tried to clear her mind of the image of a man with his arm wrapped around the woman she loved.  But every time she tried all she got in return were images of what they were doing previous to their falling asleep in each other’s arms.  Tears filled in her eyes as she tried hard to bite them down.  But she could feel them coming, from the tightening in her throat, to the tickle in her eyes, to the feel of a small droplet of water, one of many making its way down her cheek.  She drove blindly and stopped the car looking around she almost smiled at where she had automatically driven to.  Almost, smiling seemed too painful a thing to do right now.  She got out of her car locking its doors and began to make her way down the sandy paths to the beach.

It’s left me less than zero 
Beat down and bruised 

She didn’t stop walking until she reached the water, she watched as it licked at the sand.  Some waves got higher than other did.  She sat down where the sand was dry, but close to where the sea had seemed to reach its furthest.  The wet sand showed evidence that the see had washed over it many a times.  Leaving down with a shaking finger she traced a capital letter, ‘A’, and a capital letter, ‘S’, into the sand.  She drew heart around the two and sat staring at the sea.  Over the next few minutes the sea had slowly lapped at the letters in the sand.  Slowly destroying the etchings and left just the wet flat earth in front of the depressed brunette.  All it took was some time and we were bound die.  She bitterly thought as her mind continued to torture her with pictures of her fiancé in the throes of pleasure as a man held onto her body.

I can’t see him with you 
Why’d you go and break what’s already broken