I’ve tried to find peace, and the demons inside me slept as long as you lingered. You calmly fed the hunger behind the gnashing teeth I couldn’t face, I was so sure they would eat me alive in your absence.
Don’t go thinking I’m not dealing with what haunts me, every glide of this pen against paper validates the effects of your malicious intent. I hate to recognize your pattern, for the way you relish my reaction. But I’ve learned to crawl up the walls of this corner that your unforgiving eyes have pushed me in, and I’m finding room to breathe between my words and letting myself believe