Perhaps, one day I’ll understand why you did it.

Why you pushed me through the ground and expected me to reach for your high expectations.
Why you branded me with your dying wishes and made me feel selfish for adding my own.
Why you assumed that it was the attraction of other women that ended our love when it was really because I chose to come home.
Why you listened to your heart and felt as if it was okay to mute out mine.
Why you pinned our actions against one another and claimed me dense and blind.

The list goes on and on but I for one don’t have that much time...

Perhaps, one day I’ll understand why you did it.

Why you made me feel like there’s nothing that I can do right.


- a.r. Camm