Our shared future flashed before me;
me sobbing, bruised, inadequate.
You glowering, snarling, growling,
diminishing me to an inch in stature.
While our highs could lift me above the clouds,
the lows could shatter my entirety.
I envisage my friends pleading for my sanity
so I extract myself from you,
like tweezering out an ingrown hair
or squeezing free a blackhead.
Your arrogance disgusts me but your eyes,
your eyes shall haunt my decision.