Her

i read the words of a love lost
amont the confusion of loneliness.
i see the faces, the colors, the shimmer.
i am lost inside her eyes.
how is it that i could have taken you away from such magnificence?
how could i have stolen your heart away from her beauty?
i feel like a thief. like a whore.
i feel the selfishness seeping out of me,
burning like fire.
my heart aches as if i have brutally murdered
something so amazingly beautiful in its incredible essence,
the losing of something to gain something such as this
must have been the highlight of being alive.
i always wanted what she had;
what you had given her.
the love for her in your words,
in your precious words,
in your lingering eyes.
it crushes me to think of it,
simply because i have stolen this beauty from your eyes.
how could i have been so cold?
so full of myself?
i wish i was her.
i wish i could have what she has,
what she always has had.
your words.
your eyes.
your love.
your heart.
i want to be all that she is.
but i cannot.
i need you to have her.
i need you to have what you most deserve.
i love you too much to have you stay in my arms.
i release you, whether you receive such an offer.
i love you.
i want you to want her again.
to let go.
go back to her love.
to her beauty.
to her arms;
because i love you.