Tiptoeing between weak truths
Lies of omission seem a gentle blow,
a soft caress compared to the harsh jabs I am capable of 
You say ignorance is not bliss 
Who would choose a dim tunnel over the blinding light of reality?
I make that decision for you
Sugar coating my exit as I have our entire journey,
I choose the most tender of goodbyes 
Sparing you from the dark dive into introspection I know you would take 

What is gentle to you is excruciating for me,
I alone know the grim realities of my departure 
Sitting with the knowledge of all that you have done 
Bitterness, anguish, resentment 
The urge to wail out what you did to me, 
how I’ve been sullied by your careless conquest 
Desecrated by the one most trusted 

It’s a different type of guilt isn’t it?
More akin to the shame of breaking a family antique, 
or getting detention for the third time this week 
A transgression I allowed to happen
over 
and over
and over

It wasn’t my fault