Dawn, day 11 The pink bubble has popped For both of us I'm relieved He popped mine first, by accident And I shot his, because I'm dramatic And how dare he define pink bubble terms, the audacity It really was too much... I'm heartbroken for him and everything he's dealing with And younger me would've pretended to be a happy crutch He talked about people lying in beds they made a lot... And I twiddled my thumbs and changed the subject He doesn't deserve it, no one deserves it And she is scary and probably a psychopath and it was abuse, I'm not arguing there ...but was he a misogynist F boy 16 years ago? Yah. The poster F boy. Is it a little grating to hear the self righteousness from someone who slept with half of my friend circle? Well... it's not a super fun time I get it And I think he has shown signs of self reflection I know being raised by a European mother and being on the spectrum isn't the best formula for an affectionate, touchy feely partner either I made it relieving for him to walk away Bang bang I know I can't make him let me go But I know how to exhaust him Suspended in limbo again Like when she got pregnant But this time I volunteered And I dragged him along with me Welcome to the nebulous grey Ozzy, love |