And it left during the most burning days of my life. I cannot remember any day more scalding than this.
I will say everything. I need to say everything. I will keep it flowing until I run dry of words. And maybe, just maybe, after that, I would have lost everything including you. All your remnants inside me, embedded onto my every fiber.
Your selfishness spared me with no mercy. You bestowed upon me such raw pain pounding like a mad hammer. The wars between my stubborn heart and my unrelenting, nagging mind is finally over.
How you lambasted my heart and all the love and memories I had in it. You crushed it and made sure no piece was left recognizable. How easy for you to forget the pure things I unrequitedly gave you. And you didn't have to do anything. You didn't have to return any of it. I wanted to love you. That is all. And now, what have you done? Pride. A man's pride and selfishness. A deadly combination. Both unruly.
Where can I start to look for myself again? How I drift with the lamenting sea that is my tears. Inside me, I cry like howling lone wolf with no one but the company of the moon's faint light.