this morning #1412.

this morning, it was that old trick that got me once again. it’s one that she’s pulled oh so many times before. the trick where, as soon as i start to get comfortable, she distracts me with something shiny & then pulls the rug right out from under me. sends me tumbling head over heels & right back to square one. every time she does, i’ve asked her why she does what she does but she’s never given me a clear answer. she’s like the queen of detours. i thought of offering up swift retaliation. instead, through a torrent of tortured tears & a muddle of warbling words, i just insisted that she be real with me. if she can look me right in the eyes & tell me that she still loves me, i guess i’ll have to stay.