Papillon

I took a pen and wrote 

you a letter only the fire 

would read, and it said, 

"Remember when I told you 

I thought you were nothing 

like my father? Well, that 

was a bold-faced lie. You 

both have the same wild

eyes, the same tone of 

voice, the same dark

mind, and the same ability 

to make me love you 

blindly." 

But what I didn't write 

was the one thing I knew 

would break you:

"...the same thirst to break 

whatever you find beautiful.

Namely me."  

Someone once asked me 

how long it took me to forgive you, 

I said I'd let them know 

as soon as I had.