Poisoned love-light

 

Could you love someone who knows to lick off the affection from the sharp knife?

 Because she did exactly what I did for all those years, I couldn't even resent her. I cheated on people.
Should I cry because she is the only person who has ever made me realize how mistaken I was all those years ago, or should I laugh at myself since she is similar to me in certain ways?                           

But now that I've had a taste of my poison, I'll never let it get the better of me.
I would let her go and allow my bad side to vanish.    

 I'm sorry, darling; I gave up my hazy personality to you.                                                           I hope you accept yourself for who you are—the brightest star in my life.                             The darkness engulfed me; I was powerless to accomplish that.                                               I sincerely hope you can come to terms with that aspect.

Now I understand how and why individuals change in love. For better or worse, love alters people. There is some energy exchange. Although the intensity fluctuates obviously, it still transfers. Because of her, I was reunited with my long-lost human light. However, my greedy, dark roots managed to steal some of her brightness as well. I'm not sorry, but I hope her reunion with her light doesn't cost her this wonderful sensation of love.