this guilt inside

This guilt rattles inside my bones,
Reminding me of what I am,
Who I claim to be
In the worst possible ways,
Throwing it back,
Because I let it,
And I hate myself for it,
Healed and scarred,
I manage to make the best,
Or that’s what I pretend,
Because only the ones with weak hearts fall victim to the sin,
Or maybe the sin grows strong enough to control,
Until in consumes every part of you,
Of me,
But, I can’t dwell on the ache, the feeling of wrongness in my bones,
Because all I can see is your face,
And the pain of this sin that I carry for us.

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