It breaks my heart to see you cry.
To know you misunderstood me,
to not understand you.
What you've taught, I've not learn.
I don't feel what you feel;
don't see what you want me to see.
My pride's strong, but I care.
But please, let's do it my way.

The guilt in me, you can't see.
But it's there.
It is.
Tormenting.

I'm sorry.
Forgive me.

posted by PURE @ 11:37 pm.