To the things I will never Admit

I miss you.

I think i forgive you, but to forgive really is not to forget.

Things i know to be true:
To love is to respect
To love is to admire
To love is to welcome humility
Love is loyalty

Your pain is heard.
But this pain is yours.

I wish you could understand the lack of perspective in your pain.

Accountability has power,
but your ego persists to overshadow that
.
You still have not put to words what it is you have done to me. Both your actions, and the pain I had to endure for them.

thats tough.


Although the truth is hard to be sure of these days,
I do believe you love me.
Even still, You love yourself more.

What is broken is shattered, and by the looks of it even a single thread of warmth or forgiveness cannot mend together the pieces.

Yet still in my silence i find myself waiting,
maybe even hoping for the one thing I dread the most

Waiting for you is like waiting to die.
Slow and heavy,
like a reoccurring bad dream.

This is my nightmare.
It's as if every moment was painted meticulously
by my own mind.

It's a perfect mess

And you?
You best be careful my dear,
for your true colors are making a comeback.

As are mine,
i dont learn.