Mar 15
Every time your eyes pass over me without lighting up like they used to, it’s like a knife to my gut. Maybe you still hold me and kiss me from time to time, but I try to derive some meaning from it and come up empty handed. It’s moments like that when I start to want to get violent - want to take my fist and smash your jaw with it, want to put the toe of my boot into your kidney as hard as I can, want to see your limp figure broken and sprawled on asphalt, blood aplenty.
But instead, I just sigh and lower my head until it passes, and I love you again.
