Mistake

'Promise me that if I cave in and break, and leave myself open, that I won't be making a mistake.'

You promised.

I let you in.

Let you see me, hear me, feel me cry.

Let you feel my pain, like I've never let anyone feel before.

Maybe it was too much.

I've told you a lot of things I've never told anyone.

Nobody.

Things that have made me who I am, but that nobody knows about.

And now I'm afraid you could tell them to the world.

This hurts.

I made a mistake.

I caved in.

I broke.

I left myself open.

And it hurts.

And I don't like it.

I'm sorry for the thing I said before I hung up.

I didn't mean it.

I'm sorry if you're hurting.

I just can't tell you, because I'm hurting too much.

Give me a while to piece back together my pride.

I'm sorry, sorry sorry sorry, hurt.

I'm hurt.

But we both made mistakes.

Both of us.