I don’t know where it comes from, this rage that creeps up on me in times I least expect it. I want to set fire to all his possessions, I want to brand his skin with the title he deserves and allow the world to see this piece of shit for what he is. I want to throw chairs, cars, the moon at him. I want him to feel like he can’t escape his own skin because he made you feel unsafe in yours. I don’t know where it comes from, this incessant need to protect you. You are NOT mine, but I want nothing more than to take your burden and set you free into the world without a care because you are the kindest person I know and knowing your heart hurts, breaks mine.