Say something!

Say…fucking anything! You say one week…”please don’t break my heart, I wouldn’t survive”…and then you just go away? You just fucking disappear until the next rainbow hour comes along? I’m better than that. You know I am, that’s why you try to tear me down sometimes. I see you. I see the way you can’t be the two people inside you at once. I thought you were going to “do better” “stop being careless with my heart”? No? Did we decide last week we weren’t gonna do that anymore? Because I do love you, and I can keep on doing that and still walk out…but I’d rather not. Why are you making me? Why won’t you try for what you ask me for? You do know it takes an effort…right? I guess this silence means valentines is off the table? I’ll be bringing you home made cookies and a little thing…you fucking asshole. Then I’m gonna have to sit back and try to understand this from a distance. You want this and you don’t…it’s the weirdest relationship of any kind I’ve ever seen. Oddly, I think you are out of my league, in some ways, if you weren’t this fucked up….so just stay that way. I’m pretty great, so that’s saying a lot. Say something. Fix it.