I did something.
I read something.
Something I shouldn’t have read.
Something no one was to know.
It away at me.
Making myself sick everytime my mind replayed it.
I had to tell you.
I love you, you know this.
So I felt the need to tell you.
You sent me away.
Your pain transfers on to me.
You’re ashamed and I am resented.
I made a mistake, but this extreme punishment is not deserved.
So let’s just hide.
Me, from you.
And you, from yourself.
I am here for you when you need me.
You need me, so please come around.
I know forgiveness for mistakes is hard, but forgiveness for a reminder of truth seems to be worse for you.
What can I do?
I would do for you anything, you mean that much to me.
You’ve been there for me, I want to be there for you.
Don’t push me away.
I’ll be here when you’re ready.