lying in bed, my eyes
finally wide open,
wondering how this would end.
this being
the insane relationship i was in.
i was more nervous
than a cat in a room
full of rocking chairs.
walking on eggshells
twenty four seven.
how in the hell would i get out
of this mess
that i put myself in.
every day
was a night mare
of playing detective.
catching her in lies, gaslighting
and manipulation.
infidelities.
how was this going to end
and when?
how much more
could one human take
being in prison in
your own home with
the maniacal warden
sleeping six inches away,
beside you.
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