I listened to every dream, no matter the hyperbole. I believed each one, truly listened, not just nodding waiting for you to stop talking. I had hope, saw all the things you could be. Believed every promise, the “I’ll get clean”.
The “this time will be different,
I won’t keep making the same mistakes,
I don’t take you for granted, I can’t make
it without you, I want us in a better
When I’m there, I remind you of
all the things you’re not, of all the
plans I thought we’d make, yet I’m
the only one making them; that was
my first mistake.
“I’m just having fun” but that’s all
you’ve been doing, fun running from
your problems, like an airbender movie.
Me saying I love you, that I’m fighting
to make it work, a dream to someone,
who has yet learned to truly listen, and
doesn’t understand love. What words
can be said, after they’ve been
said a thousand times. Destruction
ensuing with the abuse of free will and