Alternate Viewpoint.

G u i l t

I stand in a disarray waiting for time to run back to me. A second to see you, a minute to feel you, perhaps a eternity to finally love you. Standing near your grave I dwelt on the cruelties I have done to recieve this gruesome fate. As in the end it was my fault too that you met death, who was eager to take you. I wasnt a person with hopes. So why must I now long to take my last breathe alongside you. It was a fine evening like this when I gifted you those flowers. Your smile turned soft and your eyes tender when you smelt it. Forgive me as I was too late to realize those were your favourite. My dear has your soul soften today too as I put this flowers beside your grave? A marriage of convenience was all I thought of you. I wanted an escape from you. I wanted to avoid the fate of resurfacing memories, but I hurt you. For a reason so little now I think, I killed your dreams. I killed you. All the nights you tried to offer me comfort I threw it away and bedded another. All the love and affection you gave me I disregarded it longing for someone I did not know. My hatred mustve scared you. My beloved do you feel safe now? In the soil while you rot away I can no longer harm you. You needed warmth and sunshine to grow. I left you in the dark, you turned weak with your withered leaves falling off. I too am someone with struggle, but it does not excuse to murder someone. The day you left was the day I realized you were my light. Now that you have gone I have tried countless ways to try to recreate those moments I had with you, but alas how can a single person make up for my world? I do not know if I am the reason your soul is unable to let go, but its revenge has carved its way through my heart in a feeling called guilt.