2 Minutes. Go!

I saw your lips move, the shock cross your features, and then you broke, and crumbled inward. It was both horrifying and enlightening. I took it right to heart. I can tell you that much. I let it rattle around inside and, eventually, I let it dictate my behavior, but not right away.

You can't seem too eager.

I could see you trying to pull it all back. Wrap it up like a cast net. But I knew it was too late, and I think you knew it, too. 

Some things just are.

Now close your face and let the features settle. Maybe you can placate the rage that is building. Or maybe you'll just have to let this bottle rearrange your dental work.