(EX) tortionist

Hello,
One of my first blogs on here but I'll do the best I can.

(EX)trodinary things happen when you meet someone new.
Sparks flare and everything and anything just feels right.
No one makes you feel better than the person that you are with.
You feel like you can fly.

But three months pass and you start to realize that things aren't the way you thought.
You start to notice small things about this person that you're with.
You keep asking yourself if that is what you want to go threw over the years with this person.

Six months have passed and now you will find anything to try and stay away from this person.
You hook up with buddies. You go back to school. You get a job.
This person starts to feel something different and they ask you, "Why aren't we hanging out like before."
You make a white lie and say that things are different.
The whole, "it's not you, it's me" plot.

You tell yourself, "Why do I get a feeling that this is going to end badly?
Oh well, I don't want to break this person's heart."

"Maybe if I give it time, then everything will fall in the right places."

But things don't change. Like karma, you feel that you are being punished for something wrong.
Like something is choking you and you feel that it isn't going to let go.
"But why? Is it something that I did?"

"Maybe I'll go to church and confess for sins that I don't even know of."

"This is crazy. There's nothing going on."

So you wait it out and not say anything....

On the ninth month, you feel like trying to work things out is worthless.
So you try and talk about it.
But, all you get is rants.
Worthless replies that makes you daze off into another subject, while it is being talked about.
"This is useless. I could be downing drinks with fellow classmates and play wingman for another."
Later that evening you do just that.
But then you start to talk about how annoying this person really is.
Before you know it, everyone in your circle knows who this person really is.
And all you get back is, "dude, you should leave her."
"She's dangerous."
"Escape while you still can."
All you can think of is "FML."

Judgement day arrives.
Nine months and two weeks later, you feel that you about had it with this person.
Not to mention, the fuel that your buddies have been feeding you for a few weeks now.
Only hatred is in your heart and you don't care who's heart you have to break.
The talk doesn't go as planned. Smoothly.
Where you can just both turn around and keep walking.
You both get drunk and decide to take the arguement outside of the club.
You need a minute to collect your thoughts, but this person isn't done with you.
The lack of judgement makes her decide that throwing her phone at you is the best idea ever.
At this point you think that both you and her had way too many drinks.
You turn around and say, "maybe we should talk about it tomorrow."
No. She's not having it.
Instead, she's still coming at you like a local over-exaggerated, overweight walker and clocks you in the face.
Everything is a blur after that. But you still feel the force of the hits going across your face.
You shake it off and your lack of judgement tells you to just push her back.
So you grab her by the neck and scream, "leave me alone."
Then you fling her away from you and decide to call the police.
"Get this crazy bitch off me."
Then, moments later, guess who shows up?
Uniforms determine who's at fault.
They have a choice from your battered face and her imaginary marks on her neck.
Guess who gets to sleep with drug addicts and felons?
You do.
You spend three days in the county pen, and you realize what karma was trying to tell you.
"I should of just broke up with her a long time ago."
"I'm sitting here with addicts that smuggled marajuana through their anal cavities."
"I hate myself."
I want to kill someone." (Guess who that can be)
"I miss my family."
"Do you want that apple?"
"I'll trade you that bag of Cheetos for ten Fireballs."
All of this keeps plaguing your mind while you're in there.
You finally get off with a slap in wrist and number to ROR that you need to call every week.
This feeling never felt better.
Weeks pass by and you forget about this person.
Not because you want to, but because you have to.
Weekends are spent talking about it to your homeboys then out tagging tens at the local club.
You spend your nights hoping that this person never calls.
Until one night...

To be continued.

=Composers note=
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Take Care.