Immedicable

How incapable he had become

Of a normal way of dealing with her

Every thing she said or did

Reminded him of a past that she created in his head

That she had moved out of

He believed she had moved out of it

Yet it was he who was now stuck in it.

How much ever he tried to outlive the past

Fragments of it, stuck to his ankles,

Like creepers of some monster hidden under the earth,

Pulling him back,

Making him insecure, suspicious, jealous,

He had lived a lifetime without ever feeling those emotions,

She had brought those on him in an instant,

And no matter how hard he tried to rid himself of those,

They had come into his life and would perhaps keep raising,

Their ugly head, till he can face them and fight them.

He is sorry, he ever felt them first,

Never knew they will take hold of him,

And conspire to change what he had been, forever

And always make him a monster in her eyes...