No Filters

Rejection is nothing I am used to it Somedays more so than others Today was different I took a risk even though I did not feel ready And I got my head handed to me on a platter. It was unexpected, came hard and fast. No filters. He was brutally his dad; not himself at all. I recognized none of his political correctness. It was cold and mean; he turned into a cobra. Venom zapped me into a paralyzed position. He left me there writhing. I will always remember this. Wondering how I could have been so wrong. Trusting him with my soul. No filters.