Ironic.
If I was to talk to you again, the pain will resurface. The emotions will come bubbling up at the injustice of it all. Rationally speaking, I understand it was my neglectful actions that pushed you away, that it was my fault that there was a chink in armor that let Stephen through. A giant chink.
But when I talk to you, I just want to shout WHY. Why, How could you do this to me. And what explanation can you give me that I don't already know, that would make me feel better? There is no answer. I'm shouting WHY to the darkness, to an empty void. How can she betray me. WHY
She would answer, but I still love you. I don't want him, I want you. Is that not good enough? I chose you.
To which I will reply with a silent echo: WHY.
It will never be answered.
Only time will heal me of this betrayal.
(yes this isn't rational, and no I cannot help it)
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