There’s no where else for me to hide in plain sight and there’s no where I can go and feel whole.

The place I went to hide is so far away.

I know it doesn’t matter, but if I could make it clear while never involving anyone,

I’d do it.

When I try to hide he creeps into my thoughts like a cancer and I can’t take it any more.

If I let my mind wanders all roads lead back to him and it just makes me hate myself more.

Every day that goes by I realise that I must have done something entirely unforgivable, but I don’t remember what and when I stopped to look back it was gone and now it’s gone

I wanted to be allowed to love him, but who gives up happiness for happiness?

How could I explain?

I love someone enough to give up the biggest part of me, but no one would believe that’s a good thing

But I know the story

If I could do it and say it was for him he would be happy.

If only it was as simple as finding a dagger.

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