How can I still dream of you so tenderly?
Why do I continue to betray myself?
What more can I expect?
Did he ask you about me?
Did your smile fade away at the question?
Or did you keep a brave face as you explained our non-existent relationship?
Did he push for reasons and details?
Or did the tone of your voice suggest your hatred?
Did he reassure you, knowing that it was inevitable?
Or did you write it off as child immaturity.
Yeah. Because you've grown up so much.
I still remember the day I was roughly jerked into the office.
He accused me relentlessly, all because of a sexting hiccup.
He'd always known, he insisted.
It'd happened before, he mused.
With you, he added.
Only then did I speak up.
Take that back.
He has never, ever been anything but kind to me.
You leave him out of this.
Have I really changed?
 Polyester Dreams · Wed Feb 05, 2014 @ 11:36pm · 0 Comments |
