As I tried to explain her description,
Others wader from my true intention.
Harm was never meant, though past comprehension.
Theories escalated to create this perdition.
Never was it my intent to cause such a fuss.
Only in secret, to remain, were these words of lust.
To keep record of such words, to me, was a must.
But in doing so, I've lost all their trust.
What words can I say to the ones I've hurt so?
Why was I wrong when of their pain I didn't know?
In my doing of this made me an outcast creature of low.
But feelings of this, away I cannot just throw!
