When I think of him my heart aches. Not because of what was
or wasn't said.
No, But because I let my habits and opinions go to my head.
I wish our fights were just a mere matter of words!
Because at least then we’d have something to work towards.
But no, it’s me, with my pride parading through our lives
like angry King Kong.
I climb to the top of my voice and refuse to let him say I’m
wrong.
Why, when he gets closer, do I give him a shove?
Real monsters only
hurt the ones they truly love.
Obadiah 1:3
The pride of your heart has deceived you, you who live in the clefts of the rocks and make your home on the heights, you who say to yourself, 'Who can bring me down to the ground?'
