This is why in stark comparison, I shouldn't ever go back.
Because when it doesn't suit his fancy, he'll threaten me. Threaten to hurt me. Threaten me with things I might regret.
Obviously, it is this kind of behavior that drives one away. Perhaps, into the embrace of a less warm, less caring, less enthusiastic but nonetheless safer place.
Sometimes, these are the nights that reinforce why any contact at all is bad.
That from a smattering, an iota of concern, dissipates so quickly into nonchalance or even disdain.
What I like least of all are the flip-flopping of I love yous, scattered amidst the I don't like yous. The ambivalence isn't healthy.
I need someone who can make up his mind, stick to it and be a constant for me.
Love doesn't hurt you.
Love doesn't threaten you.
As we have tonight with each other.
It's crystal clear, we don't love each other anymore.
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