Forgive me, as I am slow to heal....
I wish I could give you back this tumor of ache you've made. I wish I could draw this suffocating mass of tendrilled appendages out of my lungs, out of my heart, out of my mind, and hand it to you, slimy and dank. This massive protuberance that has been scathing and scalding and eating me alive. I would have you hold it, as where mine has derived. I would have you carry it for a time so you could feel the crushing pain I hide. I would have you surrender as it envelopes every part of your daily life, as it has mine. Every minute of every day, every song that is played, is a mnemonic torture making me blind to present time. Not an hour goes by that you're not on my mind. Feel the aging of a decade you've caused as the days span past 365. Just for a moment. I want you to experience it. So you could finally understand, what exactly, you've done to me. And her.
And fix it.
