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[07 Aug 2007|11:07pm] |
She offends me greatly.
So thoughtless is she that I doubt she even realizes this or cares. My silence is testament to her ways of selfishness, that I realize anything I say would be readily ignored or rebuffed. She would never truly understand the words I speak. She does not want to.
So for her, I have no more to give.
I monitor my palpable anger as always. I am careful that with infallible force I keep it at bay lest I let slip the tiniest hint that inside me something seethes to break free from this suffering, straining calm.
Was it so meaningless? If so, you lied to me, too. I won't stand convicted of crimes against your tender, girlish emotions when you just the same lash out thoughtless cruelties against mine.
So, you would have just a few paltry years of mortal kisses over centuries of what I tried to give you? Don't accuse me of abandoning you as recourse because my memory serves to tell the tale correctly.
Marius de Romanus
ante diem VII Ides Augustus MMDCCLX
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