Dear Bitter Betrayal, Poem by Adrian Cordova

I don't want to go home to you.
I can't call that place home any longer.
Even if that's where my child is.
Home is supposed to be a place of that of which no matter what's changed your always welcome. 
I'm willing to face reality, because I know that when you stop believing in it, it is still there to stay.
Is this the way it has to be?  
I'll never really know till I ask.
And I can't believe what I've done.
You wouldn't believe what it feels like, knowing I've torn apart the greatest thing we had ever built up.
So just go, take dear sweat Alie with you and let me rot in my hellhole.
No, don't try it, I can't be forgiven, not like this.
I need time to repent for my sins.
I need a Pandora.
And no matter what you cannot be that person for me anymore.
But know this, I always have and always will love you and Alie.
Just let me go…