so she said and said and said and said

i loved you like a woman, i loved you like a sister. i was the harlot who could sing dance laugh cry with you, and i came nude and free. now i cant tell who was more shameless, and i was happy to be shameless. i did unto you more than what i would have you do unto me. i played God and now i am casting the first stone. i am crucifying you without a trial and you would die not knowing why. i know you would never know why cos your weak and sordid nature could never comprehend fierce love and honor. you know only to canvass and covet affection to soothe your own pain but you cant hardly generate any for others. i could still have been loving you richly, so very richly, enjoying every awakening moment with you, but you did the last favour by removing the splinter from my eye.