my heart is heavy with disappointment.
i shouldn't have to drag answers out of you.
it wasn't about who was right (usually me) or wrong (usually you).
it was all about the context of it all...
the context of how it happened, why it happened, what lead up to it, the thoughts leading up to it, the "whys" the "hows" the "what the fuck"s, the repeated offenses, the repeated offenses, the repeated reminders, the reminding of the repeated reminders, the repeating of the reminders repeating, the vitriol we both spat at each other to hurt or to understand (we couldn't tell the difference).
i hate everything about you. but i don't hate you.
as much as i want to, and as much as you yearn for it,
i can't hate you, and neither can you.
so we suffer together in this tangle of misplaced love.













