Fracture

Damn these days of separation, we both react out of desperation. Where simple logic is thrown aside, and dog eat dog reeks of self pride. Trying to survive with no obligations, loosing my mind knowing my past fixations. My life had purpose my life had definition, both of you my responsibility despite my minds condition. I gave it my all almost always, despite our differences lingering in the hallways. Guilt-ridden I am, and don't know how else to feel, wishing you'd disarm your anger at me so we can heal. Can you understand that we're both hurting? Both subjecting our hearts to perverting. Are you going to hate me? Or let me back in? The fracture of our hearts, proof of original sin.