Trapped In The Margins

I didn’t like what I created.

I was given the gift of another’s heart

But I decided to chip away at it slowly.

Insecurities permeated every facet of my being.

All I could do was leave.

But I couldn’t.

So I poured the poison filling my mind into the heart of my love.

He stood there and took my pain with a smile.

His gentle voice and soft hands comforted me.

I couldn’t see the pain wearing him down.

We began to drift apart.

A chasm of my creation.

I didn’t realize that we were on two separate sides until it was too late.