Honestly

Should soothing a defensive nature merit an unclear telling of the facts? When truth be told... I lay it bare with the cutting precision that my nature dictates. Still, I wish I retained some level of softness. But I can't imagine that, by taking one, and adding the other, it doesn't contain, in it, an air of manipulation. It casts a shadow of deceit on the unadulterated truth. And If I use my femininity as a tool it tarnishes the very essence of both. I could never abide a dishonest concession in service of easing the pain. But it's your mercy I ask for, if even I can't offer you mine. Please, don't withhold your affection... on account of my honesty.