Some of my poetry was about him
And while none of his was about me
We shared our stanzas, our lines and thoughts
And I got a glimpse inside his head
And it was then that I started to understand
that there are a lot of things we don't understand in this world.

I can't live like this.
With the constant anxiety
upset stomachs
never-ending distress
and inner turmoil.
The fear that every single word
every action
every laugh
is a nuisance, an annoyance.
I won't let you make me feel this way
because I can't live like this.