But I Do Know Which Is The

Because No, I Didn’t Push Her Away. I Didn’t Add To Her Pain Or Do Anything To Hurt Her. Instead, I Left Her Alone In That Room. The Only Person Who Might’ve Been Able To Reach Out And Save Her From Herself. To Pull Her Back From Wherever She Was Heading. I Did What She Asked And I Left. When I Should Have Stayed.

Josh Turns To Me. “i Can’t Believe She’s Writing These Things.” “not She,” I Say. “me.” “why Would Anyone Say This Stuff About Themselves On The Internet? It’s Crazy!” “exactly,” I Say. “i’m Going To Be Mentally Ill In Fifteen Years, And That’s Why My Husband Doesn’t Want To Be Around Me.

How In The World Was I Alone? Because I Wanted To Be. That's All I Can Say. It's All That Makes Sense To Me.

Betrayal. It's One Of The Worst Feelings.

Did The Poet Use Red To Symbolize Blood? Anger? Lust? Or Is The Wheelbarrow Simply Red Because Red Sounded Better Than Black?