Not Even Mad

I can’t even be mad at you anymore.

I feel so guilty and that hurts me even more.

I ache inside because my response to the

wounds you carved into my heart was wrong.

It was rash and impulsive and right now I

have to be

Strong.

I am so sorry. I am so sad. I am so hollow.

The fire inside my chest left the biggest gap,

a hole waiting to swallow…

Me.

I can’t believe myself.

The fact that I have the ability to stand here,

before you,

and apologize to

you…

for hurting

Me.

Does that even remotely make sense?

Not in this Reality.

I am She who

can see the Hurt that may be

and show that now you may know

that I

Am much Stronger than thee

because I’m

not even mad.