You looked at me
I saw your stare
The cold
uninviting
stressing
stare.
The one that kept me up at night,
shaking from fright.
You said you weren't sorry for what you said last night.
And that you meant it all.
Oh my.
What spite.
A shimmer in my eyes.
That's all it took to change my life forever.
No longer was I your slave.
I didn't follow you around
with my mouth open
drooling.
No more.
I wouldn't...
I couldn't...
That's what we all say,
until we do.
And that's when the scary begins all over again.
When you fall in to the same trap,
Over
and
over
again.
Once the cycle has begun, there is no leaving
from one's stum.
For your stum is your home.
And your home is your cycle.
I wanted to write something sad, but nothing death related. So, this happened! It is one of my greatest fears and something I do sometimes. Recently, my friend and I stopped being friends when he began to bully me. I am afraid to fall in to the trap that is our friendship again, as I have with him before.
