the truth is

he actually is insane. sometimes there is no getting through to him. none.
i just don't know if i can stand in the force of slut bitch whore fuck you anymore.
trying to acknowledge what i bring to the table, as he explains it. i have issues. yes. this is true. but my issues have a basis in some reality that is shared. his basis lies only within himself, and there is no ladder to climb the wall to get to the other side, no bulldozer to knock that wall down, not even the peephole in that wall that the two lovers use to share secrets and plan their escape together.
i love him, but the time has come to take the hit. the bomb is dropping and we may not survive. i love him, but this may be goodbye.
quickly, now, and look the other way.