Confession
Like an open book the words fell out of his heart.
His longing and sadness have blinded him more than age could ever do.
The empty space inside of him feeds his madness and
the distance, echoes in his hollow shell.
Her smile blesses him with moments of happiness
because she is everything good in his eyes.
But he is not a man of steel
He can't even look at his own reflection.
He is the destroyer of life,
and the destroyer of love.
He has killed himself from the inside out.
Worse, is the feeling that he has damaged something even more valuable;
The most beautiful of loves.
The one who lives in his soul.
Now he feels his words appear empty,
And they can never fill the holes in her heart.
He is forever. . . . . sorry.
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