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


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