I made it too easy to use and abuse. Maybe I enjoyed the pain of not being enough.
He has his shame. I didn't choose...
or end up with a fool.
Even though he has been for awhile.
I broke him, took the niceness from his eyes. Put that splinter in his eye and never took it away, as he did to me. Made me bitter and empty and stunted. Ugly.
Belittle me and my ideas and I acted small so he could get away with it easily,
with no accountability,
because I was ready to understand, misunderstanding and look for meaning.
In everything.
there is something and in something is nothingness.
When I expected to find it all.
A princess in a glass house.
I thought maybe it could be that easy, but it wasn't either. And I know my fault. When I maybe gave in or maybe I gave up. Explaining my pain and laziness.
Whatever. Maybe too soon for what happened next.
Who knows. Because nothing ended up happening.
And it was over.
And over before it began and other atrocities of life.
Even when there was no lesson or talking it out that could make it make sense.
I kept believing it did and that you are it. You are so cool.
I accept my blame in believing you were it.
That's it.
When I finally saw the writing on the wall.
I could walk away, say it didn't hurt but it did and I would cry in the darkness over you.
I would scream in pain over you when it's over.
And be grateful for my children. They are my fault and family, too.
All that's left when I let go of you and your dreams and live my life.
You are not dead or dying but in pace with me and I face you in life.
I give thanks for a life while you grieve the ones we lost along the way.
I am sorry I didn't reconcile in this life but I will find you in the next. And we can meet again.
And we can be friends