Bracing myself for the fall.

They say when someone has an accident everything goes in slow motion. Their life passes before their eyes. But that occurs when an accident happens not when you are waiting for the accident to happen.

The end of a relationship is an accident waiting to happen. I know mine is coming. I also know I’m not the cause of it, she is. I also know I will be the only one hurt.

I see our past 363 days together slowly passing before my eyes. I am trying my damnest to keep what we have from falling apart but …..she’s gone. I can sense it in her demeaner, in her attitude towards me, in her words, her replies, what she says, how she says it, what she says and what she doesn’t. Her emotions, her attitude, her excuses.

Its a slow death of which she is killing me. She wants me to end it so she can walk away blaming me for our relationship’s
demise. Rest her conscience and alleviate the guilt of breaking my heart.  Destroying all that could have been simply cause she didn’t have faith in me.

I give up.

I give up you win.

Beat me down on the inside.
I feel like a can slammed against a wall just to get what is stuck on the inside can walls out.
Slam!
Slam!
Slam! What else is there? There is nothing left. You won….leave and let me be.

Leave and let me be……

By a piece of scotch tape, hangs perception.

So my words may not be shined upon and I am content because of it for if I was to make you honored, revered, and cast a light upon thee then my work of putting those words together would be unappreciated and associated with the elements of double sided tape and the frame for which they are housed. Revel in your feats, I will not shine the light upon them or degrade my words to hold your accomplishments in honor.