You

You came to me, your hands sticky with blood

You said:

“I’m sorry”

“I’ll try harder”

I said:

“How could you do this?”

“I trusted you not to do it again.”

And then I blinked

At that moment I realized

That it wasn’t you who looked back at me

It was myself

It was my hands that were sticky with blood

My arms that were covered in cuts and scars

Because you

I made you up

You don’t exist

You’re not real

I put all the blame on you

Me

You

You had nothing to do with it

Me

You

I’m sorry

I’ll try harder

Reviews

[Evelynn]

The way that you described it is amazing. I love it!