In this poem, a poignant introspection unfolds in this poetic lament. The speaker wrestles with remorse over a love severed by his own shortcomings. Vividly exploring the conflict between truth and deception, purity and impurity, the poem encapsulates the agony of self-inflicted wounds and the yearning for absolution within an intricate tapestry of emotions.
I hate myself for putting us through the pain of separation
I guess I was not ready but this isn’t a valid reason
I knew what she would say, yet I forced her to say it
She put her heart on the line and I … I was just …mean? cruel? selfish? maybe all?
She was honest with me, she told me all of her secrets
And I was a coward who couldn’t tell her the truth
She began our relationship with the truth
I sold her a lie to break the band
She loved me, and I… I didn’t
But the sin is I said I do
How to ask her to forgive me?;
for I haven’t forgiven myself yet
This is the truth I should’ve told her
That I was impure for her pure love