"I'm deleting your number and I won't contact you anymore."
Is this a power thing? Ultimately, all relationships are about power. But is this a more insidious one? Does it creep? Has it infiltrated my brain and smoothed itself inside my skull in such a way that it has infused everything with its doubt?
Pants. I don't know how to do this. You give me mixed signals and it can't be blamed on drug use or alcohol. You say you can't be around me, then you say I will hear from you, then you tell me not to abandon you, then you say you believe me when I say I want to hurt you. I am capable of it. You tell parts of stories but I'm always left feeling as though I'm missing something vital. I have all these pieces of you but I can't put them together because I don't know the picture it's supposed to make. I'm not even sure where to start.
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