When It Came to Her

I said it and I meant it, and I was right. Still I wish I could take it back, because there's no way I can make it up to her, no way I can ever make her feel loved or wanted ever again. I broke my promise even before I decided to spill those simple words to her. I loved her, but knew it was wrong. We both knew it was wrong, but something within me wanted to try to make things right again, for the sake of our own happiness.

Since I met her, it never felt right to love her. Both mind & heart had deceived me...I knew it was the Devil calling, begging me to sin. Somehow, I never ceased to fail him, something was always allowing me to accept any offers he was willing to make.

I loved her, then broke her, along with breaking myself in the process. That's how things always seemed to work whenever it came to her...

Author's Note

A fiction story I decided to try out. Enjoy!