May 6th, 2009

I can sit here and blame you for every laceration I can count across my arms, but I won't. No, they're not visible, not to you at least. They are merely a reminder for my own hindrance. Why would I let you see my weakness? So you could use it against me just to tell me what I already know? I don't need a wisdom lesson from you. I've got my parents for that and unfortunately, they do a good job of it. If they didn't, I wouldn't be sitting here and telling you all of this. Perhaps I can start with a few words you don't recognize--I'm sorry. Does that phrase ring a bell? You're probably not too familiar with it, seeing as you've never regretted a single appendage of our lifeless relationship. My own words were at fault, not you or your actions, but if you were able to change something about what happened to us, would you? Is there something that you could have done differently to have made it work out?

I think you might be my fault. And for some reason, I don't regret a second of it.