Looking back its hard to remember..
Why I used each of your broken falls,
As stepping stones to heal my own wounds.
Relentless and hollow I pressed
Watching each bruise appear on your perfect skin
The skin I so desperately wanted to be in..
But I kept watching
As your heavy heart was overloaded in dead blood
Forcing through you.. gradually fracturing
every pure bone you endowed
Breaking you…
Because that is what I wanted.
Spite blinded me into believing so..
You were too flawless
luminous even in the dark
And I had to change that.
I had to taint you the way that I had been..
A crestfallen angel who still carries the scars.
And I don’t blame you for not forgiving me
Because I have never forgiven myself
And just so you know…
I never will.
© 2007 Tania
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