I choose to take responsibility for your hurt,
for the way I inflicted it upon you.
I failed to see how my tone grew harsh,
my embrace turned cold
and void of any endearment you once knew.
Know that I see it all now, as explicitly
as the hollowness between us.
If we were both empty to begin with,
perhaps this would not be
as difficult as it has become.
I will never forgive myself
for tainting what was once
sheer euphoria in our hands.