Love in a Suitcase: Almost Said.
Friday, March 11, 2011
I don't judge you,
at least not as much as I judge myself.
What I do judge
is our poor taste in character.
Liars lose everything.
Though I sometimes feel sorry
that I somehow made sure of that.
If you asked me why then,
I would say fate.
If you asked me why now,
I would say I felt I didn't deserve better.
Just some of the things I wanted to say in a letter that wouldn't heal any scars.
Like the long one you sent that paralysed me.
I can't be sorry I didn't know but I am sorry I didn't know better.
But I couldn't let history repeat itself with somebody else as the many before me I already knew about,
I couldn't imagine letting somebody go through the emotional rape I so easily fell victim to
because nobody before me made it stop.
I don't hope for you to understand, I just hope for you to see
Neither of us could have done anything differently.
And that people hold their own pins to their destruction.