The sound of your voice sends me into a rage. 

Days of seeing your face I wish I could erase. 

Being in your presence is about as uncomfortable as walking pass a group of men outside of the corner store. 

Everything you say makes my heart race but not like it did during the days I never wanted to be replaced. 

Now I look at you in disgust. 

I’m quite embarrassed I even let you get a touch.

Thoughts of pulling the trigger are a constant in my mind .

You had me so fucked up I was willing to do anything to leave you behind.  

I wished they’d stop speaking your name.

That every memory of you were erased.  

I’m tired of being triggered.  

I want you to go away.  


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