He sits so close,
but the silence turns the inches into miles and
every slight noise causes an avalanche in my chest
as I wait for him to say something.
I have changed so much.
Everything I am I molded around his wants and
Around his needs, but he's tired of loving himself.
and I'm tired of not loving me.
We're just skipping,
A broken record I keep trying to play again,
Ignoring the scratches and pretending not to hear,
our mistakes on an infinite loop.
"I don't love you,"
The four words I never imagined I'd say to him
Four words that drip from my mouth like bittersweet honey.
Four words I finally say out loud.