Emotions that transcend all that we've known of ourselves

Monday, March 12

Go ahead, reproach me, accuse me and point your lil index finger at me.
"Everything is all my fault, happy?"
Words have defeated it's purpose.
The need for argument is pointless.
All in all, if you think I've done you wrong, so be it.

I still love you, but this is not and never will be an admission of guilt.
Because I have never done you wrong.

ox

11:49 PM