Sour wine left overnight
It’s okay it didn’t hurt me I know how lost you are even if you are trying to deny it every day, every night, every second of your life. You acted out of the doubt out of fear to never grow out of the webs they have woven around you. You cut my wings out of jealousy that I would fly too high, too far, too freely You tied me down in a cave of pleasures so that I’d never escape. It’s okay it didn’t hurt me. You looked down on little things I made for you saying they were no good for anyone, not for you, not for me. It’s okay it didn’t hurt me. I know how terrified you are. You treated me as if I was a burden, blaming me for your own defeats turning away from the fact that it was your own design. Maybe it hurts less not to be involved. It’s okay it didn’t kill me I know just how scared you are.