I ought to be that hidden dream with his endless rainbows, and his fresh peals of laughter.
I had to be those small miracles that bathed on the surface of humanity.
I had to be with you no matter what and carry your charge of sorrow, and settle you to those peaceful shores.
Unmatured, I wore my hesitations and shook the hands of my demons. I neglected you alone on that hard and cold floor, unprotected and unsecured.
Will you ever forgive a lover from your past?
No, never, instability whacked your skin so deeply, rivers of blood began, monsters of hate spread between those layers of pain.

art by darlingha