I Don’t Think About It

“It’s too late for that”

It was never too late.

You just chose to be a coward. She was always suspicious.

Somehow you decided, hurting me was eaiser then being honest. Is untangling harder then suffocating?

The lie was easier for you, a fantasy. Yet a very possible and tangible reality. You even spoke of it.

You look miserable now though.

The jester.

It was never too late.

I chose to swallow my excuses. Deep down, he always knew.

I was aware hurting him was inevitable. But I refused to allow myself to hurt you too. That cost me.

The truth was never going to be easy, but necessary. I accepted forgiveness would never find me.

I look stupid now though.

The fool,

It was never too late.

“Nothing to do about it. Now.”

Avoidant attatchment.

It was still, never too late.

“Drop it”.

Then don’t look at me like you regret your decision.

It is never too late.

I asked when you knew, you fell.