5:22 a.m.
he'll know she tried her best and she'll try and understand that she couldn't possibly force him to give her something he didn't have the strengths or even desire to give her; not then and not ever
how unfair of her to hold it over his head
she will hope he'll understand where she is coming from, that she was being selfish, just this once because being selfless had deteriorated her willingness to self-protect
she prays that even if it hurts, that he can still see the adoration in something that could be even slightly heartbreaking
because she was kind in that way, considering how awful the devil might feel when she stripped herself away from him
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it's 5 a.m. now
Poesíaa taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
