Coward


coward

The thing that hurts most of all is not how long it took for you to tell me.

In that moment you seemed so small. So very small indeed.

Oh dear.

If you had only come clean back then we might be alright now.

But you chose the cowards way out; self-preservation.

And that’s what hurts most of all.

You were scared. Of me. Of what I would think.

And oh boy were you right. The thoughts I had about you then would send chills down your spine even now.

Still, I wouldn’t take any of them back.

You waited too long. Your cowardice. Your call.

Damn it. Damn you.


 

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