Like a ribbon that links two hands
We are intertwined in the web of life
There is no denying how we are connected
However, I try
In an angered haze, fueled by adrenaline, I seek out every ribbon and sever it with all of my might.
There is no denying my mistake.
I still hate you, I still try to hate you.
But you never tried, you never will try.
My ribbons fly loosely, tangling with every ribbon in sight.
But I am insecure, a loose cannon.
As soon as any knot tightens, scared, I cut it, I burn it to ashes.
The smoke that rises is what is left.
The frayed, burned edges, all that they can remember of me.
But you don’t care, you don’t walk away, you don’t listen to my pitiful screams.
Instead, you mend the frayed edges, you heal the burns, and you still believe.
You are too naive to understand, I think.
Too naive to feel what I feel. Hate.
But truly, you only care. You care too much too loose anyone.
I have made a mistake, I apologize.
I never hated you, I only hated myself.