Stay away from me… please

How. How? How!

How could you? You’ve been horrible to me. Really. I have enough sometimes, of being trapped in my feelings, guilty myself about the comfort easy life I’m living with you, because you don’t ask, you don’t talk, never want troubles, ever.

So easy…

I have to ignore as you do, all the doubts, all the thoughts, every time I dream my ghosts is ok, I just don’t have to bother you. All right then!

Lucky me.

Death anniversary I’m facing me and myself, you don’t ask, ever, about her, or about the baby, but.. the thing is you have enough.. of me, being so nervous these days, so nasty.

I pleased, please don’t disappoint me this way (again)!

You looked at me, murder sight, and you said the words I knew (but prayed other way):”Be careful not to disappoint Me too much!”.

I understood, ’cause I knew it, I’m the bad one. You don’t even try to understand, you only attack me back.

Doesn’t matter to me, I knew the man you are, I knew you are good, but forgive me, just forgive if I don’t want to see your face.