I Love You, but I Have to Leave
This would be easier if I was angry
We have been here before.
The untangling of our lives. The barbed wire of our past, cutting deep into our flesh as we pull it apart once again.
Last time, I was angry at you. The hatred that ran through my veins justified all the pain I caused. I didn’t care if you burned inside, when I took a new lover. I gave you a year…