Sometimes, I try to force my mind to be somewhere else, anywhere other than this broken like I've created. I make up stories, & build walls to shield myself from everything & everyone who's added to my pain. But you had a special privilege, you were never behind those walls, you could free in my mind, my made up stories revolving around you & me. & then yet again, you manipulated your way into making me believe your lies. You built your own trap, the one that help me in it's four inescapable walls, & i didn't even notice until it was too late.
