Exhalation brings on the sudden calmness with each passing minute you’re getting more sure
The jerky ride makes your chicken scratch less readable
You quickly scrawl notes
Jot down thoughts
Make promises to me
Say you’ll be more open
Tell exactly how you feel
But do you?
You try but you don’t succeed
Then you feel like a failure
You want more
But do you tell him?
Of course not.
The thought of him with someone else…
Well, it makes you want to regurgitate all the bullshit and half-truths
You feel like you hurt him
but you didn’t want to hurt us
You want him
but you tell me he doesn’t want us
That it’s just physical.
You don’t know because you never told him.
So, if you want to know if you’re always going to ask me
The answer is a resounding yes. You will.
You try to tell me that context clues prove you right, but we both know you can’t read a room let alone a mind.
You talk to me all the time
So, that should tell you that your social skills are lacking