I am miserable. A whirlwind of misery. Don't come too close. Don't get swept up.
I will consume you.
She tries to pull me from the depths I've dived. She tells me not to worry of my insecurities. She tells me it's all fine.
But I ignore Her. I get up. I get dressed. Tell Her I'm leaving.
She tells me to text when I get home. I say nothing. Walk from the bedroom. Shut the door behind me.
Once I back out of Her driveway I speed down the street. Fast. Far.
Keep going. Keep distancing. It's the only thing I know. It's all I know.
But when I arrive at my house nothing has changed. I've saved no one. The torment actually spread farther and farther with each mile I drove.
I stare out at the sky as it turns grey and darkens. As my feet settle into the pavement.
Then I text Her. Tell Her I'm home.