It was only a kiss.
This I must repeat,
As I feel my own selfishness,
But also my guilt.
Like a monster from a fairy tale,
It crawls from my stomach
And into my throat,
Clawing its way out.
You wanted this.
The truth.
Instead, another monster came to you.
One with green-eyes and
Speculations.
I should never have made you read that play.
The one I wrote
To push my fears of you away.
But alas…
The past and I aren’t friends.
And soon--
Neither will we.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
It was only a kiss.
This I must repeat,
As I feel my own selfishness,
But also my guilt.
Like a monster from a fairy tale,
It crawls from my stomach
And into my throat,
Clawing its way out.
You wanted this.
The truth.
Instead, another monster came to you.
One with green-eyes and
Speculations.
I should never have made you read that play.
The one I wrote
To push my fears of you away.
But alas…
The past and I aren’t friends.
And soon--
Neither will we.
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