My sweetheart,
My sweet boy no longer felt special with me. His ears stopped longing for the sound my voice box made. Had I made myself too available, he lost fervor. Selfish I rather was, acted like a child hungry for affection. We required space I thought. Situation might get better.
Days passed like needles on my body. I returned happily but you were happy with her. I left with tears.
I've misunderstood you all these years. What a shame! I shot cold bullets which pierced your heart leaving deep scars. I'm not worthy of your love. Yet I plead!
Author's Note: Written for a prompt.
