Here we go again.
another fatal hour interlocked with another binding vow.
OOps.
Guess I didn't see that one coming.
We sit facing each-other from across the worn coffee table.
The silence is brutal.
My hand on my stomach your hand on your mouth.
We are frozen.
If a painter were here, he would be most pleased.
The only movement the drowsy breaths.
The painter would stroke our expressions with most pride.
We are transparent.
I see straight through you.
You see straight through me.
I wanna keep it.
I wanna nurture it.
I wanna hold it to my chest and croon and have all the world stoop over the miniature adult and coo.
You wanna **** it.
You wanna move on.
You wanna forget this ever happened and be rid of the 'monstrosity'.
Easy for you to say, you haven't felt the small kick from the inside, pushing you to love it.
You haven't sang it songs and felt it dance.
You hardly understand, you cowardly man.
You hardly understand.
The painter would show us his masterpiece and we would be shocked.
We used to be in love.
We used to be connected at the wrist, never letting go.
You promised me nothing could bring us apart, but you were wrong.
Again.
And this time I will not forgive and forget.
I would not ever forgive my self for not letting an innocent child breathe.
I would not ever forget that sweet baby depending on me.
I would always know, I let it down.
Its over.
It had to end sometime.
The painting is painted, the deed is done.
You picked your side and I picked mine.
Goodbye my love.
Goodbye my evil, cowardly love.
I suppose I was disposable anyway.
You got what you wanted, and now you don't care.
How typical.
I should have known better than to trust your sadistic grin.
Goodbye my evil, cowardly, typical, sadistic love.
Our time together was not well spent.
I am not actually pregnant or anything, just writing that perspective out.
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