He is volatile.
Though he doesn’t
Comprehend
And cant quite
See
His visible problem.
He
Thought
His “love” made it into my heart,
But it only
Fermented into
Hate and loathing
In my mind.
He’s pissed off
Just
To be pissed off.
He is volatile
And he doesn’t
understand
why.
He
Wrote quotes
He
Didn’t mean.
He
Said he “fucking hates me”
And
Wonders why I opened that wound.
He
Doesn’t hear my laughter
On
The opposite end of the world.
He
May forgive me in the end,
He
Might hide from the truth
And
Think I meant well,
But
I know I didn’t.
He is volatile,
And
When he is ready to appear
To
The world,
I
Hope he understands
That
I won’t,
Even if I could,
Accept an apology.
I will be
Laughing
In the
Background.
He
Won’t understand.
He is volatile,
And he doesn’t know why.

*true story.

 
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