La confession

I am not afraid
To tell you that I was disloyal to you
By pure laziness
By pure melancholy (depression)
That between you
And the Devil
I have chosen
The most comfortable
But all of that
Is not why
I feel guilty
My dear friend

I am not afraid to tell you
That you scare me
With your hope
And your huge sense
Of honor
You make me jealous
Of everything destroyed
Of your tears
The beautiful smile
AND all that
Isn't why
I feel guilty
That's the worst

I feel guilty
Because I'm used to it.
It's the only thing
That I can do
With a certain amount of
Certainty.
It's reassuring
To think
That I am sure
To not be wrong
When he asks me
Of the question
Of my huge guilt.

I am not afraid
To tell that I have cheated
I have missed the purest
Of my thoughts
At the market
I would like to let drop
All these ideas
Of "truth"
That I hold
To guide me
Pleasure and Guilt