From My Nearly Wounded Heart.

...did you think I was lonely?

.......did you?

#ART... I am not, you see, a romantic, more of a poet. I wrote you so many poems because I needed to... I am a writer. I loved you at some other point. It all came crashing fast, I mean, I was fair game right?
Loving you felt like the only thing language could never define, notice that I said "never." Then it all became the biggest mistake I never really made, did you think I was lonely? Did you think me a child because I took the verbal approach more? I am a poet, far be it from me - quiet, restrained from speech.
I didn't want to lose you... It became a problem, there is a pun on ego hidden here...but I really wanted to marry you, what did you say the distance meant again? By my emotions, I became immortal; I could never be touched. You stopped loving me, and no matter what happened, I had no right to be hurt.


Everything evil is beautiful... I really am, now, torn apart but not hurt, never hurt. I outgrew that... Emotionally immortal. You spoke words to hurt me - what kind of gentle man cannot be tongue-tied? You treated me like the sins of an old man, left me like a child outgrowing base dreams... I was fair game yea? If only you stopped being so wrapped up in yourself, in my faults so to speak, and noticed when I got tired. You would have stayed back after you left.
I want to say being alive is righteousness, loving you is my only sin. The wages of sin is death... I'm dead inside again, I feel nothing. I thought you'd help me escape who I was becoming but you were just another stage in my phasing.
I know you found someone else, I was fair game right? My words never fail to circle back, you hardly ever listened to anything I had to say, but what kind of gentle man cannot be tongue-tied?

 ...Love; From my nearly wounded heart.