I despise myself as much as I would another for doing to you as I have, with only the sharpest knife.
The knife which, at any time and for no apparant reason, keeps piercing you fom inside.
As we are one it pierces me, gives me a taste of what I have done.
the most pain I feel comes when I compare us.
You carry the knife inside you yet you forgive me for using it.
You forgave another before I could my own self.
It hurts you every day.
It is a toxic part of you that you never want to see