burning bridges

 

I have to dismantle my verbal arsenal simply because you do not fight fair.

The collateral damage directly affects what essentially links us. And I hold it far more dear  than you apparently do.

I have underestimated how you value your own hide. That your vows are but secondary to self-preservation is truly, truly regrettable. That you would shield yourself from my verbal blows with the body of the one you claim to love is most lamentable.

Romantic that I am, I sincerely believed that love will conquer all.

The love you claim to have seems so very wanting with your continued struggle  to uphold your sorely blemished reputation rather than concentrating your efforts in making amends.

Unfortunately, I have to withdraw from this battle prematurely. Emotional blackmailing seems to be your forte.

However, I am tied in spirit to her and my heart revolts against the juvenile nature of your acquired victory.

I cannot keep silent lest I be untrue to my own self. Yet, I risk so much more than you care to lose so let me rant in seclusion.

You are a fraud- A selfish, cowardly and unforgivably juvenile shadow of a man.

You have deluded yourself so utterly that your sense of reality is so skewed you do believe you are without fault.

I want to hammer into your head the concept humility for you to recognize how undeserving of her you truly are.

What a child you are! That you would continue to blame others for your own inadequacies and misplaced pride, that you would consider yourself a victim, justifying your subsequent actions as but reactionary to her tendencies?

You are infuriated by my portrayal of you-the fraudulent knight. How ironic that you protest my judgment of you when you recognized my allusions even if I did not even utter your name.

I abhor you. You are an anathema, antithesis to the concept of maturity.

That you would hurt the one I love and still  have the privilege to receive her love even if you do not even fight for it is beyond me.

What’s worse is that out of my own love, I have to retreat into my shell and let this run its course.

Let her get hurt. Let her weep and love you all over again. Until she is exhausted.

It is not my place to intervene. I can only purge this fury through these words in space.

My estimation of you now, though belated, is still unwavering.

You have the reasoning of a toddler. Battling wits against you is like pitting stones against a stone wall.

An epic fail, you shall not pass.

You have been weighed.

You have been measured.

And you have been found absolutely wanting.

Though my wrath has been deflected, my ammunition curtailed, let me burn this bridge.

Blood and Ashes. I shall bide my time.