Her failings shattered, became exposed; she couldn’t prevent what you disclosed.
You ignored her as you ignored your own beating heart, spurred on by testosterone. You had her trust not to starve her of your self, not to openly ignore her as one of the walking dead. Did you tell everyone the two of you split? Well? Is that your reason to lock her in your hell, in some cyberfile away from prying eyes to be opened only when you can circumcise her from her love and enjoy her privately?
She is a lovely, kind, thoughtful, unmanned, and intelligent woman, and I cannot stand the way she is being hurt by you; time for you to tell her adieu.
She was drunk and crying; she could not be anything but honest; that’s not tommyrot. The look in her eyes was like the look of someone when they first awaken…shook because the surroundings are unfamiliar; where everything seems to be a blur.
You fell in love with her honest moments. Now you love unmade beds with a reverence as you immigrate from one liminal space to the next, from one Jezebel to the next scapegrace.