I need you to understand that I didn't go into this with the intention of hurting you.
I never honestly thought that I could hurt you.
You weren't real; you were perfect.
You weren't vulnerable; you were the perfect toy.
Someone like me didn't have claws sharp enough to dig through your beautiful ego.
So what do I make of the tears falling from eyes too proud to ever shine with love?
What do I make of the wounded cries from lips that never cared to whisper amour?
Do I feel proud that you actually feel or guilty that I may have been your downfall?...üä
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