“It’s just a gut feeling.” “How long have you been having this gut feeling?” “Since we met.” The shower is the only place I can cry without anyone hearing. A million of my tears just washed down the drain. “Gut feeling.”
You just broke me in two. “I’ve been doubting us for months.” The rest was just sound and motion.
You used to tell me you loved everything about me. Don’t change a thing. Don’t change a thing about the way you dress. Don’t change a thing about the way you are. Now he pokes and prods me. Telling me to change everything about myself. You should be skinnier. You’re too this. Too that. Poke.Continue reading “Don’t change a thing”