I've forgiven you for a lot, but I'm not sure I can for this. You're selfish. You're selfish for initiating it knowing how I felt but more importantly knowing how you felt.

But of course it takes two right? The only difference is I knew what I wanted and that was you. You knew what you wanted and that wasn't me. You knew you wanted nothing but in that moment made it seem like you wanted everything.

For a few minutes I was happy. After I was crushed.

But that doesn't matter to you does it? You can't even see your faults.

Once the pen reaches the paper
I am home.

I'm in a state
where hearing
her voice
breaks my own.