"You're the reason we can never be together" she said softly to me under the moon.
"How so?" I replied. Painfully oblivious to my actions.

My actions steeped in the past made scars that weren't meant to last.
But with indelible ink I marked her deep.
Words cutting deeper than any injury that needed a cast.
The consequences of my actions had been dire and steep.

My mind told me who the villain was. A portrait painted of her.
Her mind taught her pain a scar that looked like my face.
Emotions mixed, stomach tight what had been easy began to stir.
My reality shattered by the words she used bludgeoning my soul like a veritable mace.

"You hurt me" she cries as if the years hadn't actually healed her.
"You pointed out my flaws. You touched me before I was even ready". Tears flooding o thr ground.
Silence was my reaction.

The knife dug deep inside my heart a blade of reality.
The thing I feared the most was never her but what I had done.
Feelings of love and lust and self hate existed in a moment od duality.
A moment of truth and shame as my new paradigm had just begun.

Words of truth give way to emptiness for a story never told.
The words of the girl he loves showing what a fool he had been.
Fake ideals conjured by men are easily sold.
For emotions lie and reality shifts when we are given memories we had never seen.

"What do you mean?"! I cried back scrambling for the truth.
"Do you not remember the past?" she asks poised for the attack.

A life can end while one is still living their heart still beating.
Truth is a funny phrase. Objective reality sinks deeper.
In a moments notice your entire life can lose its eternal seating.
Love, plans and futures destroyed by the one you would've called a "keeper".

"I will hate myself until I die" I apologise.
"For what I did to you. for who I was. and for all the true love I've caused us to lose". I say defeated.

Apologies can heal many wounds but some still bleed.
Those that do may drip it is rare for them to pour.
But the words I have at my disposal are smaller than I need.
For what I have become is something I deplore.

"I will always miss you. I will always love you. I will always remember what we had" I plead.
"Many tears were shed. I still have your shirt but this love is now dead" comes the reply.


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