Hostage


He pushed her away. He could not let her get too close. His shit unclean and unnecessary onto her. Words spoke out of fear and anger– he will regret until his dying day.

He would not let her breathe. He could not trust her, and she promised she would hurt him too.

After all these years, he still misses her. He hurts tremendously. He lost his best friend, his lover and a true companion.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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