I wanted to tell you that slowly, you're breaking me, and if that was your intention, I'd rather you do it sooner than later. We've already made too many memories that are scarred into the walls of my mind for me to miss.
I was already broken but now you're just trampling over the pieces and crumbling them beyond repair.
But I didn't say that. Instead I looked into your eyes searching like an addict for some glimpse of your soul that may emerge and touch mine.
My hopes were shattered when I still found your eyes were hollow, and I took the "sorry" that came from your mouth. Accepting your unexplained apology for your sudden empty and lacking voice and replied with "it's fine".
I was taught unforgivness is like drinking poison and hoping the other person dies. So I bit my tongue, because just hearing you say "sorry" made it seem as though everything was just "fine".
But I guess I should be the one who's sorry.
Because as much as you say "sorry" and not mean it, when I say "I'm fine" I hardly ever really am, so are our lies toxic in spite of eachother? Or are they said with intentions to protect ourselves from one another? Either way I can't deny their selfishness.
Anne Archer
April 2015
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