Her
I hurt you.
I hurt you with my selfishness.
But this is not about me, it's about
You.
If it was about me then I should've been
Better.
I should've tried less to hurt you.
Tried less to please you.
Tried less to make things right.
I should've been
Me. No. Not me.
Me is not good or better or kinder.
Me is selfish and clueless,
Useless.
Me could never have been there for you.
You didn't deserve all the bad things.
I should've seen a better way to help you.
Maybe if I had been less of me,
This guilt at all the pain you suffered would
Disappear.
This guilt that's like a viscous ooze,
In my heart. My black, cold, useless heart.
That had only ever hurt you.
If I could,
I'd do it all differently.
But,
Wouldn't everyone?
I may be cold, bloodless
Useless,
But you're not.
You are bright like the
Sun.
You deserve the good, the kind, the better.
The little flakes of delight that glitter
Like angels. That show you affection.
That prove you aren't worthless.
But I am still selfish.
I bet you can tell.
You can see that I haven't changed.
You that knew me so well,
Would shun me now.
Not,
Because you are a
Bad person
But
Because you are
Good.
I treated you so
Cruelly.
I hurt you so
Badly.
All with the best intentions.
They would never know that
I
Loved
Her.