• He looked me in the eye, said, "I'm sorry."
    I softly whispered, "It's not your fault."
    I pulled away gently, slowly.
    Like saying goodbye.
    I left him sitting there alone
    To cry on her shoulder.
    Later he asked if I was okay.
    It was the first lie I ever told him.
    "Yes."
    So, no. I'm not fine. And maybe it is your fault.
    But it doesn't matter.
    I feel so lost anyway.
    So blue, so black. So dark and misplaced.
    I just want to close my eyes and ignore the world around me.
    To find the happy place I lost long ago.
    And just be.
    Just exist.
    To just live within the storm of my mind.
    To maybe find some way to calm it without shattering my world.
    Or maybe I should let it destroy me.
    Start all over.
    A new Genesis.