Passion Fruit

You told me I was “too passionate.” Odd, since I’ve never known passion to be a negative factor. Why should I turn a blind eye to the things around us, or pretend I don’t see the injustices within the world? Why shouldn’t I be passionate about caring for those that I’m close to, or protecting the things that bring me joy? Too passionate? The irony. The downfall of our relationship wasn’t because I was too passionate, though, it was because you were too numb to open your eyes. You did not want to see the world for what it is. You knew if you gave notice then the acknowledgment would be a truly painful experience. So, you told me I had to experience the world alone. While I refused to tolerate in the name of passion, you hid away in the name of just wanting to pretend only you could experience injustices.