I blew up

She was in the crossfire but she was the trigger

She holds on to that trigger and keeps firing

As I retaliate, she despises and keeps firing

No one understands the pain that I have

To love her yet despise the sound of her voice

Despising it more when her round of shots are firing towards me

They say to love is to suffer

Is it because I love too much that it hurts me Hurts so much when her words pierce right through me

I need to leave before anyone gets hurt

I ask again to the universe “why am I here? Is this supposed to be a cruel joke?”

As I expected, just silence.

If there is any kindness the universe can give me, then please let me leave and just dream of nothing.