Nobody ever talks about how the rain turns soil into mud; how precaution tangoes on the soles of your rain boots and one misstep could lead to a concussion; damage, or a little scrape on the knee. Nobody ever talks about how caged birds sometimes forget how to fly. Mundane gestures marinated as “special” instead of something one ought to do. He’s forgotten how to make her laugh. When he says “baby”, she could almost hear the anchor pulling down the sincerity in his voice box along with the word “sorry” and “sweetie, im never gonna hurt you again” where his voice begin to crack like tectonic plates that supported his ego— when he says “i love you” nobody ever talks about the barriers on beds and ******* and fetishes to which the extent of the phrase lies— His i love yous were starting to sound like a beg for *** and his i love yous fade out when he gets what he wants.