I ran out of ways to hint I was unhappy
Eventually I settled for fighting as a way to communicate my frustrations
But even that got boring because I realized no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shout over your insecurities
We were made up of too many assumptions,
You could never prove that I didn’t put you first,
you assumed I was cheating,
you assumed I was always hiding something
and I assumed you trusted me
In the end we struggled with the little things,
saying sorry and meaning it,
making promises and keeping them
being around without summons
and showing affection without physical intention.
Jade Novelist ©️ 2017