Poisoned Circle

You are sick and twisted.

I am becoming so sick and twisted.

I am dying.

I am dying alone even though you are right here, killing me.

I hate your circle. Its bent, broken, ugly, twisted.

Your kids and ex are living in it with you.

I'm outside your circle.

I'm sick because I want to be in it.

I should run from you.

I should run far and fast. Away from the poisoned circle.

But as I run away I turn and look. I see you reaching over the circle. You reach for me.

You're eyes are crying and your feet are burning.

I can't free you from the circle. You are firmly planted inside. Your kids are sitting inside the circle, playing. They are sad, but they don't even realize that a happy life outside the circle exists.

She has blinded them. And they are stuck. They see no problem with the dark bent and ugly circle. And they beg Daddy to sit down and play with them.

And I have to decide.

Living a life forever outside of that ugly circle to being close to you. All the while being burned when I reach to hold you.

Or, running so far and so fast that when I look behind me, I no longer see the circle, or your agony. And no longer feel the sting of its poison.

Just give me a reason. Hurt me. Push me. Make me bleed.

And then I might run fast and hard. I might stop dying. And be free.