Poet

I loved a girl once but I hurt her...And i hurt her because I loved her and because she was addicted to pain and to feeling cheated by the universe...And though she would never admit it she did find such comfort in crying and in consoling her self and in finding new justifications as to why she'd stay with me...
And it broke her heart once when i didn't leave my jeans sprawled on the floor and i cleaned the house immaculately
Because then she had no reason to scream at me and she had nothing to fix
And you see women need that..
And for that she almost left me
But then she discovers my infidelity and she is pleased and intrigued because this is a new complication ..New reasons to cry healing tears for even matters completely unrelated and ancient ...
But with each pardon she weakened me and guilt crawled beneath my nails when she made me dinner still and Didn't cut me in my sleep as i deserved...And i could never bring myself to look her in the eyes because she was too pure and I too poisonous..And she loved me to surrender and I had no choice but to know she loved me and we start again...
©dre_roue