there was something misleading about him. i think he wanted fame more than he wanted artistic expression, and i could taste it on his lips. i suppose he thought i was the same bird, but the desires of my heart did not recognize themselves in him. but i chose to delude myself, my intution is accustomed to my betrayal.
i know i don't have to forgive you. to forgive means one has placed blame, and i never blamed you in the first place. i take responsibility for my own heartbreak. we all do the best with what we've been given. you belong to your words, and the creative process. you could never be mine.
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