C17 Regret

My mistake,my regrets

Her sorrow ,her requests

Her pleading ,her desperation

My ego,my ignorance.

She was my angel when I was her devil.

She was my saviour when I was her murderer.

Her eyes held love when mine held hatred.

Her hands acted as my protector when mine stabbed her with a knife.

Her goodness was brought to light when the dark veil of misconceptions got lifted from me eyes