We stopped talking.
For hours on end.
Like we used to.
Everything distracted me.
I wasn't thinking.
Like I used to.
We saw less of each other.
And it got to the point.
That when I did come around.
She sent me away.
And it hurt.
It did.
But my hurt only turned.
Into the purest kind of ugly.
Rage.
What made it worse.
Is that I couldn't see.
My own serious faults.
Blind rage.
