I never meant to hate you
with the darkness of eyes born of torment you held me
and pleaded for your safety.
Known but to a few you said,
known by no-one who mattered till this day
and cared for by the depth of self and no more
I never meant to want you
nor open an organ used too much over time
and let your warmth inside.
Still care persists below the disappointment
worming it's way beyond the defensive calm
opening it's cracks where you should never be
nor never should have known
At last though, I have judged you
have seen inside and known your self
have witnessed all you hid 'neath honour
and smelt the cardinal sin from whence
your own desires reclaimed
from where your true self,
your emotions, all were named...