Face facts.

Throw it all on the table. Throw it in the air. Throw it in my heart, further my despair. Forge the elephant in the room of broken promises and hurt. Feed him and nourish him with the reminder of actions past. Fasten a leash of unforgiveness onto his large tusk. Color him blue for the tears I've cried, add some red for the anger inside. Give him a hat of 'I love yous' and care that means nothing anymore. He looks magnificent as he trots through my life. There used to be room to move, room to breathe, some normalcy to me. The elephant's grown so large, he takes up my livelihood, and what have I become? So tell me who's to blame, because I know I'm not alone nor innocent in sense. You've crafted the elephant in his image, and yet I lead him with me by his chain. His purple hue almost appears pleasant, at times I believe things can be good. I set down the leash, perplexing, and then I see his eyes. I'll never forget the eyes that belong to you, juxtaposed into his head. This misery all goes unsaid, and I fear that one day he'll rage out of control. Whose to know, tell me who will know? When he decides I don't deserve my smiles, he chooses that what happened to me will be the end of me, an elephant of his size can crush someone as myself in an instant. It's so simple a solution, but I'm made friends with my indecision, I've blanketed myself in the distrust, I've found some strength and some control in leading him around like the animal he is. All I have to do is drop the leash, but I find it's fastened to my hand. A permanent fixture in the grand scheme. And only I can change this. Only I can make things right. But I don't want to part from the only comfort I have.