Hurt Pride, Wounded Heart, Wasted Lives

I loved you.

All these years I’ve loved you. But I never told you.

And I love you still.

Why didn’t I ever tell you?

I should have.

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I was much too selfish. Too conceited.

I wanted power. I wanted revenge. These things I knew.

But the one thing I needed most was you.

And you were always there.

You never gave up on me.

I should have told you.

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Instead, I betrayed you, hurt you, left you.

Why did you love me so?

Why did you come after me?

Why? Why did you do all this for me?

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I always pushed you away, treated you as inferior.

I said you were too late.

That you couldn’t help me.

You didn’t understand.

Or maybe you did understand.

Except you were too stubborn.

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You were all prepared to risk everything for me

When I’d clearly rejected you.

I pushed you away, called you names,

Berated you. But you risked your lives to bring me back.

But I was blind. I was blind to your love.

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Blinded by bloodlust, a want for power and revenge.

A want that would bring me no satisfaction in the end.

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Now you lie here in my arms.

And it’s my fault.

I wish I could turn back time

And undo all of this.

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Now its my turn.

My pride is what brought me here,

Driven you to the ground.

Now its my turn to weep,

To shed these tears.

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Now I can only beg you

But you probably can’t hear me.

You can’t see these tears.

All I can do now is beg you

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Please don’t die.

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I don’t want you to die.

You risked your lives for me

Even though I did not deserve it.

You came for me.

You fought for me.

Fought to bring me back home.

Please don’t die!

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You, all of you, deserve to live on.

You must live on.

But now you lie at my feet

And it’s my fault.

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Any you, you little flower, the most beautiful of all,

You lie silently here in my arms, my tears and the rain on your face.

You came with them. You too risked everything.

Now you lie here in my arms

And it’s my fault.

Please … please … don’t die …