Stories of Poetry and Vice Versa

Grey.

Do you feel that?
That hurt within you?
Yeah, that immense guilt?
That's your fault.
Why would you let her drag that out of you?
Why would you let her drag some of your problems out of you?
You knew.
You knew it would hurt her.
And you said it anyways.
You hurt her because you started bitching about being who you are.
And guess what?
That hurt her too.
Everything you said that night hurt her.
Everything you say hurts her.
And maybe she's right to.
Maybe she's right to not respond.
To not respond to your massive blue bubble that only details a few of your problems because she dragged it out of you because you told her what you said needed to be dragged out of you and you would still feel guilty and she didn't even force you and didn't even try because you were too childish to let her try because you wanted to let it out instead of helping her with her problems like you should've been, and for what?
For because you wanted to try and get help?
Support?
You wanted to try to get support when she was feeling so defeated?
Why?
Why would you start bitching about a problem you've had for the longest time?
Why now?
Why then?
Why to her?
Did it feel good?
Did it feel good to try to take that time where she could be getting help from her?
Did it feel good to not help her and talk about your own shit?
Huh?
Did you like that?
That feeling of stealing?
I'm sure she doesn't want to respond.
I'm see she doesn't want to help you with your problems when she has hers.
Why would you expect a response.
Let her fucking be, maybe try that for once.