this morning #1985.

this morning, she leapt up & grabbed him by the man bun. yanked hard with both hands. held his head back & stared deep into his glassed-over eyes. focused in on his pancake pupils. tried to see if she could judge just how far gone he was. his total lack of desire to fight back should’ve been the first sign. his sad stoner laugh should’ve been the second. back when they met, he embodied confidence. total turn-on. she never doubted his choices when he led the way. these days, she found herself searching for reasons to believe him through his haze. she let go of his bun with a sigh. hurried off to the bathroom so he wouldn’t see her cry. locked the door & sat down on the toilet feeling defeated. waited for an answer to arrive.