Tell Me Something He Won’t Tell The Others
Two itty-bitty words, what a punch they pack.
M is for Monster
M is for Molester
M is for Mustapha
A little over or under a month. That’s how long I haven’t seen you or heard your voice for. And what a reunion we had. You said you missed my stubbornness; what did I miss?
Maybe I missed you.
Maybe I think about you every day.
Maybe I love you.
And what I’d been trying so hard to tell you for so long, you finally asked me. “Do you love me?”
And I spoke the truth. “Yes.”
Yes, I love you.
Yes, I want you to stay.
Yes, I hope you love me too.
Yes,………… to all the things I wanted for us. For you. I want to make you happy, but I don’t know how anymore.
Last night I was full of hopes. I won’t lie. And I prayed you would be kind at least, if not loving. And I hoped to God that it would be just us alone and I would get to savor a few precious moments with you. But it wasn’t, and they were there. And maybe, for the record, this was your cruelest yet.
Congratulations King of Pain.