She did this.
She always does.
Sending me into the dark,
Just when everything seems to be falling into place,
She has a break down.
Swiftly falling out of grace.
Gratifying a taste for violence,
And gratuitous self medication.
It makes the reckless danger,
Enough to satisfy her impulsive nature.
She’s so emotional,
Empty and vulnerable.
Afraid of every wandering thought.
A picturesque noir,
I know it’s all her fault.
She isn’t real.
I’ll say in repetition.
Paranoid and anxious,
She persuaded separation.
Attempting to restore,
Something that was tainted.
Polluted by self hatred,
She suddenly falls prey.
To her own incapacity,
To love and be loved.
This impossibility,
Seemed like everything.
Regret is useless.
She did this.