I want to tell you I understand it. The pain, the lost trust, the way you stomach clenches at a single name. The way one person took all you held dear in life. I want to tell you. I lived it, when you walked away I felt the pain. The twist in my heart, the gaping wound it made. I wish you knew just how much I understand, the pain, I have felt it. It tore me apart when you were in her arms so long ago. Then I did it to you, turned tables, flipped switches and distorted the world. I guess mine was worse. I see that now but then, I never knew what was the truth. The world knew the shame of my place. Pregnant and cast aside, for someone else. They said you spread her legs and in turn, in time I did instead. I wish I could tell you I know, not out of spite or hate. Just to comfort you, to take the pain away. I know, I have felt it. the way the names are spoken like venom. The fallout at the mention of the one person you truly desire. We all make mistakes my darling, I understand. I have lived and strived. Survived both your mistakes and mine.
Very very sweet. The
Very very sweet. The sincerity your writing exudes brings down the house here at pp.
.....thank you for sharing. Respect and admiration.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "