descending from heaven

How dare I?
He was innocent.
Truly, how dare I?
So unguarded, so full of light.
How could I defile something so sacred?
He loved me recklessly, without caution,
painting dreams with the ashes of our ancestors’ ruin—
a future we were meant to rewrite together.

How dare I?
He spoke in softness,
anger never cutting his voice.
How could I do such a cruel thing?
He offered every beat of his steady heart.
He held me in the gentle crevice of his neck.
He fought valiantly against my own self-loathing
just to win my brittle heart.

How could I?
I doubted the hands that never harmed.
How dare I?
I recoiled from his love, too pure to be true.
Who am I to desecrate the divine?
I shattered our sacred sanctuary–
a place too holy for the feet of this sinner.

How dare I?
He was innocent.