Oblivion

I hear what you are saying, you know, but I am filtering it into my right ear and expeditiously out through my left ear. You are such a liar and you apparently do not know when to stop. No one has ever made me feel the way that you do, like I am eager to stay a million miles away from you.

You always have a story, one that I just do not have the energy to hear. To sit and listen to your fabricated stories about other people is a painstaking experience each time. Your ego is so bruised and mine is healing, so right now, your presence tugs at the annoyance in my nerves. I'm screaming silently for you to leave me alone.

How do we get like this? Innocent little children who become treacherous, cruel adults. I want to tell you so bad that you're no good for me, but I know how you think, and I know you are reproachful. You may just want to remind me of all you have done for me, and nothing belittles and angers me as such.

Here you come again today, and I just cannot bear it. I scratch at your layers and shout. I scream for you to stop and let me be, you lie so much, my goodness. Now I am at your neck, trying to strangle the viciousness out of your veins. It is then I hear a voice, calling out my name......I sit up straight, still in a daze, my hands cusped as if they are still choking you. I start to shudder and softly weep.

 Look how strong and fierce I am in my dreams. Now all the happiness slowly drips away because I know for the rest of life, I must endure your treachery, for I am just not strong enough to let you go and look the other way.