They only love you when they’re playing
August 31, 2021
after the death of a damaging bond
and before they reveal their unsurprising inability to commit
it’s carefully engineered by the nuances of chance encounters
it’s gentle
or void of the conscious decision to overlook character flaws
it’s inviting
or a dangerous desire to pick them apart
it’s tantalizing
or a connection once foreign to one another
it’s effortless agreeance
or premature promises painted by incurable infatuation
two painfully similar mosaics moving at an incomprehensible rate
surely headed south toward
he’s crazy and
she’s needy and
he’s unavailable and
she’s too much
anger soothed by days of deafening silence
charming idiosyncrasies massacred by the wish to take it all back
seemingly resolved by a prideful exchange of words
blame placed here on one’s self
blame placed there on the other
left to ponder the potential
the painful acceptance of a bruised ego
accompanied by a soul-sucking thought loop of satisfying regret and a pledge of innocence