If She Only Knew
I am repeatedly drawn to this bleak monument that commemorates my deepest regret and replays a scene I can never fix.
They say no one is to blame and tell me to live and learn.
Yet, I can still touch the whimpering monster, taste his evil spark and the heartfelt rage that extinguished my future. Hatred lived in those eyes, fueled by his all-consuming love.
Painful words thrown like brutal punches left me with smoldering embers of bittersweet anguish.
Selfishly, I demolished every...