I could’ve made you regret the day you ever met me. But then I remembered how you used to run to me, telling me about every little thing that hurt you. So I chose to leave you to life itself… and let it show you what you lost.
my greatest sin was wanting to be loved the way i loved. not admired, not desired, but loved deeply.
and my punishment? to live without it
until my heart became nothing but a vessel for grief.