The (Un)Loaded Gun

It's harder when I know you are reading what I write, searching for meaning between the lines that doesn't exist. Hoping I will write something allowing you to forgive me. Hoping I will write about him so you can finally know you were right. Hoping I will write something that will justify your newfound hatred of my blue eyes that used to provide you sanctuary. Hoping I will write about us so it will validate your love. 

But instead I am writing this, now, and I need you to let go. 

My days of providing your ammo are over. 

<3 M.