i made a path for you to walk into
but you send me cryptic messages
i can’t understand. i’m not that smart
i think in beats, rainbow schemes,
i want to finish writing this poem
before he gets here and breaks my
silence into too many questions
i avoid answering. i removed my
poems for you, made you walk
straight into my heart and pull
it apart with my own weakness.
i never should have trusted you
with that one secret, you haunt
me with it, pass it around my
air like a ball. you’re playing
with my vulnerability. i tell
you to fuck off instead of good
night and in the morning you
wonder why i left for work
so early and we don’t talk again
until the following day
where we start over and forget
the past. it’s what we call
staying married these days.