Before I acted selfishly, I didn’t think to proceed upon how I’d feel in reverse. I was just thinking about my overwhelming love, that the title I desired was a curse. A sentence that would send me spiraling down, a road I should not take. A path that let me intentionally act, with pain that none were a mistake. All I did conspired within my head, with only me to hurt. Twisting in agony that I’ve become the person I would scowl and avert. A hypocrite for where I stood, the one in which I loathe. Leaving me with my head down, staring at my toes.With little said, I’ve now become a cheatee to a cheater. There is no way to make this mess I’ve made, become something much neater. I can wear a badge, I can purge my sins, but nothing will change what I became. So I will stand tall, look you in the face, and know the outcome in which I’ve made. I will brave it all eye to eye, and admit that I have learned. That this one incident changed me greatly, but I’m alive with scars of where I’ve burned. I can also say that I am no less, even if forgiveness not. Because the pain I have witnessed through a friend, will not be forgot. And I say to you that I was wrong, but I will not take it back. But repetition for what I’ve done, is something I DO lack. That means… it WON’T… happen again.
