...a trust...

In my life there have been idealized concepts that I have held dear. Honor. Nobility. Truth. Trust...
I find myself breaking faith. I know that the reasons I do so are right and honest, but still some words thrown at me sting. I made promises. I made vows. And now I seek to sever those ties...
What kind of Monster have I become? Did I have a choice? How much pain did I think I had to endure to prove my love?
What kind of man does this? Breaks faith?
Then I realize that faith is a two-way street. I was given none. My every action questioned. Ridiculous assumptions laid at my feet that I was expected to explain away.
I seek to save myself and I feel guilty for it. As if self-preservation were a selfish act.
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There is a rose on the path. It is breath-taking, heart-melting to behold. To hold it in my shaking hands is to feel alive. But, it is on the path. To clip it and take it with me would kill it. To possess what I love would be to destroy what I love about it.
I am damned, damned, damned. I yearn, but would not. Could not.
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If you love something, set it free...
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I can't breathe...
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I am a Monster....