Touchdown Jesus

There is love in the way I hurt you.
There, somewhere in the cross section of lies and deceit
She exists.
The greater part of the me you'd hoped I'd be.
The brokenness I layered with regret laid dormant years before you became comfortable in my space.
In that place,
Hurt became more familiar and thus expected.
Even from the most genuine of smiles,
Intention was never an intent of betrayal,
I've failed more with self than any other human interaction.
The glass house surrounded by brick and stone,
Were of my own construction.
Yet, I've freely given the tools to break them down to too many hands who've built regret ridden walls of their own.
But you,
You weren't one of them.
The expectation in your eyes were too heavy of a load I chose to not carry.
No more regret.
No more fear.
No more silence to protect my pride.
I have collected enough sorries to build a neighborhood of pain.
The remains of my closeted skeletons are hung for display.
Yet, all that matters most is that you are okay.