The source of humanities collected bitterness lays cradled deep in the sockets of my eyes. I can feel the steady thump as my beating heart pounds its fists.
This, you see, is a call.

A call in which my brain cannot leave unanswered.
By obligation it must crash the weight of itself from one side of its bone cage to another.
I cannot pin to it any blame
I understand that it must.

I understand the illogical yearn so strong that it cannot be denied.
You taught me the full force of this curse-like, painful, lust.
Being the most painful mistake I've ever made I know how foolish it makes me to think that even after you encoded your voice into my DNA, attaching each helix with your own unwashed hands, you are still a mistake which I'd easily make again.

Rather, I prefer, a learning experience
After all,
How else would I have ever learned that no one will ever love me more than I love myself.
With this clarity I finally  see
that you never could have loved me very much.