Fickle.

I'm in Love

with a man

whose love

for me

it seems

is wired

to a switch.

And

without warning

something

last night

caused it

once again

to flip.

It used to

lead me

to question,

if he gives

a **** at all-

But now

I just

passively wonder

how I go

about getting

one installed.

For solitude

is less

intimidating,

than insecurity

and fear.

And laying

awake alone

is better

than company

that's

adjacent

but ultimately

insincere.

Even though

I should leave

I will place

my troubled

questions

in boxes

to forget

about tonight.

Endure the

deep breaths

and eye rolls

and stay

if only out

of sheer

stubbornness,

exhaustion,

or maybe

out of

spite.

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