I screamed in my dream
Only to wake up sweating.
I thought losing you would make me vulnerable.
Cutting off from you would burn my soul and what not.
But in the deepest darkest corner of my head,
I knew that being with you will not do any good.
Screaming would last some more dreams and then all will fade in the anxiousness of being subdued by your toxicity.
Being in a pathetic mood all the time,
And being in a way I never thought I would be ever.
Worst, anxious, depressed.
I thought this was me.
I never noticed that I never triggered these.
It was your negativity, your hassled mind that covered me into the shit that I never wanted to be in.
At last, I think I figured out the problem.
And left you.
For the good, that I never thought existed for me.
Happy not to have you,