There is no neat ending because I am not the kind of person who is easy with endings. You could make one for me. You almost did. I am the queen of coming in late and getting out early. I leave an untidy mess in my wake. Now I am not sure why it was almost over. I am already forgetting. I have stopped crying. It is a new week.
I have reneged on all my promises it seems. The start of a new week. The crossing of the lines that I had put in place.
Nothing changes. Nothing ever changes. So soon, I will return to talk of sex. Enough with this love stuff. Enough with this terrible emotional rollercoaster. It seems that I have returned to my natural state. Nothing changes and there is no ending.
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