If she lies once more about where she was, I swear I might hit her. She’s playing with my emotion, a force she’s never extracted from me before. And It bothers me.
If she lies about why she smells like cologne again, I might get on my knees and cry. She knows my delicacy, yet she still is determined to melt my silicon soul.
Jilted presence, ever-present guilt in her eyes, I can taste the sweat of betrayal on her cheeks. She has broken my spirit and my longing for love.
If she breaks me one more time, I just might leave…. But I always come back. She has become my only reality, the only thing I’ve really claimed to love. And I’ve given her so much power that now I need her