blue

The sky was blue today. Things happen out of the blue. A fight, and I tell him to leave. He began to gather his things. I could not bear to see him, so I told him to leave immediately. I asked for the keys. I don't want him to come here. I don't want to see him. And then I am shaking so hard and wishing only that I could make everything disappear. And I try to call a friend, just to hear another voice to help me calm down. But it is inconvenient, and I am left staring at the phone in my hand, feeling like I can't breathe. This just brings hopelessness. How could I expect more?

Empty words are so easy. They roll off the tongue and delight the speaker. The unsuspecting may actually believe.

Someone had better watch over me now.