Unfading

Do you want me to apologize? Want me to say that I cared for your talent  first and then your looks and then you? Want me to recount  how you showed me your magic and I thought that your power  could be our power could be my power? That I thought,  finally, here is a place where I can be safe? Do you want me  to transform into that soft and pathetic tutor and tell you  all the ways I wish I could melt into your arms and escape  from this wretched world?

Better yet, let me say how I feared you! How you turned to  bloodshed with not a shred of regret. How I would toss with  nightmares of all we had done and you would hold me close and  tell me that these things fade. I am here in the house of  fading and it hasn’t, Medea! You promised things would be  okay and they never became okay. I look at our son and I see  all of our sins walking to face us.