I know this road.
I have cut my feet,
blistered and bled,
on this dangerous terrain
too many times before.
I know
the games you play,
the lies you tell,
the secrets you hide,
I know them all too well.
I do not blame you.
I never have.
But I fear you.
I fear
the absence
of the person
I love,
and the return
of the monster
you become.
I have spent
far too long
silent,
hiding,
cowering
from this you.
I have
picked you up
and put you back together,
kept your secrets
and concealed your sins,
calmed your anger
and accepted your blame,
more times
than you even know.
I know this road,
I know its pain,
and I will not follow
this path again.
So if you choose
to pursue this journey,
you do so alone.
Because I cannot
carry us both.
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