Funny

we've all been in these kinds of relationships, i'm sure

I remember this feeling well

It had gotten to that point over time

I felt this way every time he spoke, took a breath, chewed his food...

It was nothing in particular and everything about him

He'd made the worst thing possible happen...

He'd made me hate him.....

and in the process he'd made me hate myself

which made me ache for that gun even more

i just wanted it all to end..... US no more.

It took so much self-protection afterwards, to drag myself away from that feeling...

long after he was gone.

It took someone brave, to even try to penetrate the fortress even if it meant there were cuts and scars from reaching through the thorns.

Finally i've put that feeling to rest.

Thank you