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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