It was never my intention to hurt someone.
Yet I always end up doing it.
Saying sorry at the end,
Knowing you hurt someone again,
even though you really don't realize at the first,
It hits you.
You did nothing wrong, until you got familiarized with the cold — and you perceive how your action triggered someone's pain.
And you'll ask yourself — again and again, forever and ever, am I really the one who's wrong?
When one day we're okay, the other hour we're cool, the next minute we're distant — and we'll end the seconds just being cold.
I feared hurting someone.
Or maybe I did not.
Maybe I just hate the feeling of unintentionally hurting someone without knowing the reason why — the feeling of knowing you're the one who triggered the pain — and hated the fact that you hurt someone you did not caused the pain to.
But still — you try to communicate the changes — but it stung. They break. They loose. And once you look at the scorching stare they gave you, you'll just end up pouring your broken heart into silence.
Because It was never my intention to hurt someone — I feared it — before, when I blame myself for something that I didn't cause to someone, but cause for them to remember the suffering.
And I just realized... you won't have the chance to have the peace you've been longing to have, when everyone around you is broken too.
Because you'll hurt them.
Unintentionally, without knowing, until when everyone is healed — and you won't need to count your actions and words because you know you won't be triggering something.
-SDMP
