January 2009.

Hurt: Refers to suffering or pain.

A million
Little
Things
Had been leading
Up
To that day.

We had spent
EVERY DAY
Together,
For the past
Three and  a half months.

THAT WAS TOO MUCH.

I would tell he-who-will-not-be-named
That I need some space
And time.

Life was changing
And I had to catch
Up.

I had tried
Before,
But always
Failed.

Miserably.

I would get my point across.
And not look back.

With tears
In my eyes,
I spoke,
"I think we need a break from
Each other."

We got on
The number 67 bus,
And rode,
In complete
Silence.

After
We got off the bus,
He went into a store.

And I ran away.

I didn't get far
Before
Hi angry eyes
Spotted me.

He stomped
Towards me,
And yelled,
"Thanks for bringing
The Devil
Back in me,
BEACH!"

While saying this,
He pulled out his knife,
And calmy spoke
These words:

"Do you want me to kill myself?"