You, caught up in my despair.

Your fault.

Your feelings by which you swear.

Your fault.


Sex and virtue.

Love and trust.

Sin and sinner,

lust, lust.


My heart akin to no known reason–

Erase the doubt, erase the treason.




Me.  I’m the traitor.  I’m sweeping you under the rug.  I seek to let your feelings die.  Despite all my pain, I now choose to leave you in the dark. 

It is safer there.  You cannot see me there.

I am sorry that I have kept you steadfast for so long.  I am sorry that I will never answer your feelings.  I am sorry that I never could answer my own.


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