We talked,
And talk,
And surprisingly kept talking.
The fucking ups and downs.
It was just a little argument that later turned into a war.
Bullets.
Bombs.
Tears.
It felt like gun shots to my heart.
No,
deeper.
my soul.
We’ve argued many of times before.
We never really finished them but we argued.
It was always something stupid like one of us being sensitive or the another one just being an asshole.
He’s hurt me before,
I ended it.
He was hurt.
I was hurt, not as much,but I was hurt.
I forgot about it,
I did things to get my mind off it.
He didn’t.
He let his emotions get to him
I knew I was stronger.
But that’s not the case this time.
He wouldn’t be here today,
But something didn’t go right.
He tried to escape,
God knew it wasn’t his time.
Time.
Time passes.
Today.
We needed to talk,
we talked and talked,
And we were still talking.
“I’m fine”.
Best lie in the book.
Good one,
Ya no.
It works for the outside,
deep down,
those words are just constantly ripping your soul apart every time it’s said.
Well anyway,
he finally opened up.
Things from years, even decades ago, they come up,
That’s okay I told him to talk to me,
He warned me and….
Send.
My heart shattered.
It just hurt so bad.
My eyes flooded with tears,
a river came out from each eye.
Hey..
That’s okay.
We all cry right?
That’s what I was told.
Something just didn’t hit right,
I just,
Idk.
Something triggered something.
The end results weren’t the best thing.
I’m not done,
I will not shut down,
I said my part.
He said his.
We all take in things differently,
Now we wait,
we wait for the future,
We wait for the road to take us on a journey.