Pride

8/16/22

I have never had pride in anything other than the bond we once shared. So knowing you still love me only gives me shame. I let you go yet you are still here, just as I am still with you. So no pride remains here now only shame.

I let her go cause that was for the best. That’s what made moving on easy at first, but seeing her in pain I struggle not to run to her aid. It’s like to move on fully I have to fight my nature, I have to change and I fear that I will become cold. So I hang on to this melancholy, I cherish this grief. Without it what proof would I have that I am capable of love; that I am human. I have become a masochist for this breaking heart, and maybe in time all this pent up emotion will be transmuted into love for another, but for now I will let it linger.