What's this??

You ask me if I'm fine?
Even tho you see the signs.
You were once in love and now you hate love for what it's done.
You chose not to fight for it every waking day.. you left and abandoned your love without a second glance.
That I simply cannot do.
He may have broken me and hurt me but that's what made us stronger.
He may not see it but, I'm fighting for us in a silent way. The silane he created one day.
I know you being my Procter you hate seeing me this way.
All the steps to hurting than anger to he's mine and I'll shoot Someone if thay hurt him or touch him.
As a brother you say I'm crazy.
That southern love is to much for some men.  It was your Latino love that was to much for her.
We both hurt every day.
But isn't it funny that you have her 30 mins away and can fight for her.
While he's 12 hours away and I can't even touch him.
So yes I'm fine.
I cried, I punched a wall, threw some plates, and shot my old gun.
You see the signs that I'm about to go insane and do what is rational for once.