Guinevere

Guinevere, my dear, I finally understand.

I used to resent you. loathe you. hate you.

Not now.

Never now. Now I understand.

Now I wish. pray. hope.

that I'll have the courage to follow my heart, not my head.

Because if I follow my head, my heart will shatter.

Now, it's being dragged

with every step I make, every breath I take.

So please, tell me what to do.

Tell me right. Tell me left. Tell me.

Let me stop suffocating my heart.

Let me tell it what to do.

Don't let me break it.

I can't loose that much blood.

Let me live.

But don't, don't, let my story end like yours.