It’s getting difficult,
keeping up with you
being untrue and giving impression that all is well
and things are great.
I’ve been miserable
wiping away tears and the remnants of sex
that no longer hold any interest for me.
and I’ve been feeling guilty
sharing me with others
putting everything above and beyond you
and i’m sorry
for all the little drafts of love letters that I attempted but never finished
that I scrapped before they ever had a chance.
I’ve been selfish
being happy and happy and happily forgetting you
until I hurt,
aching from all the other things that were more important,
I wish I knew
that you were the glue that keep me sane
relieving stress and giving me comfort
if only that was enough
I wrote this piece to my blog… My voice when I was mute!