"Can you just listen?" I ask.
My heart thumping with anxiety.
My brain spiraling as I allow every negative thought to peirce through the silence.
Once I say this there's no going back.
I can't help but feel terrified with what this information will do to us.
But shouldn't I be able to express how something makes me feel? Freely?
I feel as if I'm the one who's wrong you but I'm the one who's been wronged.
I can't fathom the thought of protecting someone who's path is damage and destruction.
The pain and hurt resurface causing a painful ache I my chest joined by this heavy pit in my stomach.
I'm pleading with you- begging you to at least listen to the words I say.
They are not what you want to hear but I'm the one who bares the scar.
