Love just happens. We don’t know why. Yet like a flower, if not fed and watered, eventually – dies
Got a concern?
I can get fucked
Got a problem?
I can get fucked
Fearful, tired, stressed?
Your’s is ‘bigger’ than mine
Don’t feel supported?
Well, apparently neither do you
Lonely together?
Nothing to do with you. But you are ‘sorry’, so there’s that.
I can get fucked
Fighting for us?
It’s all in my head.
Until the day you wonder where my voice is. The complaints, that were a battle cry of defence of ‘us’, a fight for something I deemed important, – once – suddenly stop.
Gone.
Like the rest of me.
Because you had more pressing concerns…
Darkgingerbread 