The car was idol as we sat there
No one spoke
You looked at me
I stared at the cement wall ahead of us
"I'm not going in."
I said quietly and reached for my phone
You smacked my hand and looked into my eyes
"Well you're not going back to her house."
"Then I'll sleep in the damn car."
I mutter and glare at you
"We're over. I can't do this anymore. I'm done with you hurting me. I can't take it anymore."
There was a release of pain
Then the fear overwhelmed me as you got out of the car.
You slammed the door shut and locked the door
You punched the car
Your eyes were filled with lakes of hatred
Anymore
They always were
I started sobbing
Anymore
I always was
Then the phone rang again
And you left
Anymore
You always did.
YOU ARE READING
Confessions from my Nightmares
PoetryI thought I was in love with you. I thought you were in love with me... but your bloodied fist and my swollen tattered cheek meet in the confessions of my nightmares.
