You were in my dream again last night.
It felt so real.
Waking up knowing that won’t ever be reality.
You are gone.
You do not think of me.
I do not mean anything to do.
Why can’t I escape you.
Bitch.
I can’t wait until it all falls apart with your new girl.
When you break her like you broke the others before.
And she takes your dogs just like the last one did.
Positive.
We are still doing this.
How could we possibly still be doing this?
I need to break this toxic cycle.
Love. Fight. Leave. Return.
Back like nothing ever happened.
This time you owe me an explaination.
How dare you tell me you loved me before leaving me.
Fibs.
If he wanted to
Oh honey.
He would.
Conflict.
I can’t waste another minute
explaining to you what I feel.
You’ll just say sorry.
I don’t want to hear those words come out of your mouth again.
You don’t mean it.
I don’t think you even know what sorry means.
Reality.
I told you not to make me promises that you couldn’t keep.
You said you had nothing better to do.
You talk to me
When you have nothing better to do.
But I still didn’t hear from you.
Imported.
Maybe the next time you need me
I won’t be there.
I hate hearing the pain in your voice
but I’m not the one who is hurting you.
I couldn’t if I wanted to.
You
Don’t
Care.
Buddy.
You said you love that I’m older.
“Why?” I asked.
“You always have such good things to say. You always have the answers. I knew if I called you tonight, you’d know what to say.”
Maybe, maybe that has more to do with how I feel about you.
Powder.
You said you wished it were me you had been fighting with.
Because you knew I wouldn’t act like that.
I would have understood you.
And I would have.
I always do.
To a fault.
Pilot.
All this time with you
Did I just hear what I wanted to hear?
Or did you make me promises?
Promises you had no intention to keep.
Your words were sticky and smooth and addictive.
The sugar coating on a sour patch watermelon
my airplane snack.
But I don’t think I want to fly anymore
No flying with you.
No flying to you.
No flying for you.
SCL. 