I am riddled with guilt.
I said, No more. And that should have been the end of it.
But I fluttered here and there with quiet steps.
I pranced around in the dead of night ever so quietly.
But in my wake, left gaudy hand prints like the orange stains after a bag of Cheetos.
You disappeared. You abused me. You turned me down.
But you took me in. You held my hand. You loved me.
I let it in and soaked it up and waded in that quiet water.
But now I am riddled with guilt.