It never happened before.
no one else's poetry had ever brought tears to my eyes.
not even close.
and then I read yours.
and it happened.
the thing is,
I cannot tell you this.
I cannot say it.
because it reminded me of myself.
it reminded me of my own relationships with older friends.
and so,
the feeling your words made erupt inside me, has never been more resented.
because my bliss, curtain of ignorance was appreciated.
at least in that area.
because it never occurred to me that I could be the one damaging him, not the other way around.
and you see this presents myself with the question, am I really that selfish?
to not even consider, to no to even fathom the concept, that I am what made you fall?