Flaky

Leaving has become as difficult as staying,
one day our love is filled with playful laying,
intimate conversation, tender massages,
internal, external & thoughts of you never straying,
however, the next day is dark as the pit from pole to hole,
filled with us arguing over our roles,
you being spoiled, me being a so-called bitch,
inconsistencies, insecurities, lies,
all ending in you asking my ring size in effort to garner quiet moments
which are meaningless without resolute conclusions,
how does one allow the ruination of pure love?

Crack pure, addictive like his rough sex,
like the hair on his chest,
like the scent of his shirt,
I love his dirt all the way to the bottom of his boxer briefs,
however, if he cheats, the last thing he’ll see is me leave,
like Fall leaves, falling out of love,
like spare change falling from generous hands into cups,
like gentle rains washing away the pain,
but not into another’s arms,
rebound love hurts like flirting without intention,
like you being in love and him pretending,
like his heart mending because of your actions,
like him being in love and you losing your attraction,
like what was once solid, now fragile,
why do men start out so magical,
end up so fucked up?

...its time for an emotional sabbatical…