How do you cure a justifiable atrocity…

How can I shed tears for a self inflicted wound…

A wound that gave my soul life but by the cost of another…

I said sorry but I’m not sorry..

I feel sorry but I’m not sorry…

Your tears minus well be mine… I feel everything you do… Only difference is masochism…

The pain grants me joy… And her smile makes my heart smile.. But that’s only incidental…

It was all so simple… There was an us… And I hated myself for it… So I redefined myself… And hate myself all the same.. But now I have hope..

Hope because your suffering is proof love does exist… And the callus around my heart is proof evil don’t… No evil… Just the infliction of misery from one man to another… Reciprocated and refracted like light bouncing off a mirror…

So can you see my mistake.. Does the light of my truth reflect as honesty or refracted as just another half truth… Just another lie looking to justify my actions…

A man can rationalize just about anything… It’s what separates us from the animals…

And that’s how I justify curing such an atrocity…

Forgive me… For all beauty finds its derivatives in destructive means…

Let that beauty fulfill itself and renew our souls..

And one day… You too will justify my atrocity….