I gulp every word as I let you go, while bleeding over the thorny aisle that I accustomed myself to see you happy for the tiniest minute you offered.
I don't regret touching the still grieving wounds that I could finally trace over your face even though you hated me.
I am fine with whatever you feel about me because I know you were never for me. Intentionally, unintentionally, I have hurt you. I know and I am ashamed.
