I cave.
I smile.
I walk away
With no comfort,
Feeling no more certain of anything
Than I had felt before,
But I can't
demand we talk about this,
can't demand
anything from you.
I'm too afraid
of confrontation
that leads to loss.
you are
the last precious person,
so I cave.
I smile.
"it's okay"

what the **** is this, anyway?