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I don’t know why

There was emotion with feeling.
They were acting together.
But why did they manipulate the moment?
The moment wasn’t there.
It wasn’t right.
Frightened.

Was how I felt when I saw what I had done.
Worried about you.
And us.
Not knowing what to do.
I loved you once and I failed at that.

So why now?
It’s not lust or greed.
Definitely not jealousy.
You know I couldn’t blame it on random actions.
There was feeling.
Emotion.

I thought I pushed them aside.
And was acting on reason.
But what reason makes these actions reasonable.
Outside of feeling or emotion.

Lost in an ocean of thoughts I left you.
I knew that it would do that to you.
But that wasn’t the reason.
I shouldn’t have pushed you.
It was the pressure of the things happening.

A moments thought discarded.
Feeling the pressure of old desires.
Regrets.
Not completing these actions once upon a time.

I gave you a part of me.
I took a part of you.
I didn’t mean to.
I’m sorry.
I might still love you.
I don’t know why.

Push against me next time.
Tell me to stop.
“No.”
“Don’t go there.”
Would work.
You should have hit me.
I would have known not to go on.

Description
I don’t know why

There was emotion with feeling.
They were acting together.
But why did they manipulate the moment?
The moment wasn’t there.
It wasn’t right.
Frightened.

Was how I felt when I saw what I had done.
Worried about you.
And us.
Not knowing what to do.
I loved you once and I failed at that.

So why now?
It’s not lust or greed.
Definitely not jealousy.
You know I couldn’t blame it on random actions.
There was feeling.
Emotion.

I thought I pushed them aside.
And was acting on reason.
But what reason makes these actions reasonable.
Outside of feeling or emotion.

Lost in an ocean of thoughts I left you.
I knew that it would do that to you.
But that wasn’t the reason.
I shouldn’t have pushed you.
It was the pressure of the things happening.

A moments thought discarded.
Feeling the pressure of old desires.
Regrets.
Not completing these actions once upon a time.

I gave you a part of me.
I took a part of you.
I didn’t mean to.
I’m sorry.
I might still love you.
I don’t know why.

Push against me next time.
Tell me to stop.
“No.”
“Don’t go there.”
Would work.
You should have hit me.
I would have known not to go on.