i wept as love slowly faded,

and i wept again when it finally ended

But love can be cruel

When the other is not used to it

It's such a shame that my dagger will always be drawn at your neck , the rusting blade is forever starved for a bloody choke hold in a perceived vengeance. My hands will always have the default memory to attack even in paralysis , it's such a shame that your love can never swathe down the gashes and the horrors my body has persisted .

So i apologise but choosing me is a cruel mistake that costs you your blood with sanity , I apologise for my actions but that's what betrayals does to a human heart, it makes you cautious like a hare , a burnt heart is like a live wire , it functions on survival only . It's quite unfamiliar with kindness instead it's feral like a panther held on hostage ..