A Short Piece about hurting Someone
It's been happening for years, my love, and you - although indeed an inestimably important catalyst - should never take it personally. It was a pressure cooker, with a twenty-eight year timer attached, and the balance between me being or breaking was so precise as to be imperceptible for a while. A cycle of deceit was the constant source of heat, and a liberal pinch of guilt helped the pressure as it built.
You didn't deserve it. I shattered your dreams, your life and your trust, but if you understand just one thing - then it's this that you must;
The thing that hurts, is that somewhere, way, way down inside -
I knew what I was doing, but could not stop myself.