You have to want to be better
-F O R Y O U R S E L F-
first,
Before you can be better
for your partner.

Prolonged silence often hurts more than
betrayal and truth.  
-Ikigai Poet

So how long do we keep pretending?

Playing with feelings without the after thought of the effect of our consequences.

Using your distorted view of love to manipulate my participation
in this marathon you deem love.

Creativity shines through in negative shades of blue
and it hits me,

It was never about me,
or us,
It was always about you.

Tell me,

Tell me how the sight of me in the morning makes you thank your creator for another day.

Tell me how much you hate the way I loudly slurp my morning cup of tea.

Tell me that the sound of my silly laughter resonates within your rib cage and the echo’s reside in the chasm of your heart.

Tell me how much you worry about my well being when I don’t respond to your text within my usual time frame.

Tell me that you appreciate my blooming in your life.

Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me,

For if you don’t,
How am I to know?