Woke up with tears in my eyes crying from what I had done to you. Can I ever be forgiven? Can I ever forgive myself? Now I must teach myself humility, discipline. There is no excuse for how I behaved, how I disrespected our relationship. Over-stepping bounds. Acting like a reckless child. I will withold your presence from my life as punishment and as a dismal reminder of life without you in it.
Embarrassment and shame linger in me. As I'm attempting to reflect on my false manner all I can do is bow my head in embryonic reprimand. Self-inflicting disgrace. Can you ever forgive me? I need you to forgive me, without your forgiveness I cannot look in your eyes again.
'All this distance, all this time, and what have I done?'
3 comments:
In the art of expression, one can opt to be bold, or conservative, but the essence of timing is something to be reckoned with, as with jazz, or a well boiled egg.
point taken.
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