Considering you used to be a luxury. Then it was habit. Then work. Now painful.
Things you like and dislike roam through my head like an unending to-do list.
Your smile is lop-sided and your generosity is by routine.
Any kisses are forced if they even happen at all.
I know it’s a holiday and we all should be joyful for life.
But my life is changing and rapidly.
Who the hell says the person leaving gets to have all the control?
How do I retract myself from this globular unit called couple?
What can I do besides think the worst when you say you need to go?
How do I stay friends with that, that emptiness in each room.
Another argument, and how I wish you would stomp back in here and kiss me.
You are so unthinkingly cruel in your floundering.
I’ve already given you your space so just go fucking be in it
And leave my heart to break and shatter naturally
Instead of this slow-motion bullshit.
