My voice wouldn’t work. I’d thought about bringing it up so many times before, but actually doing it would make it all real. And I didn’t know what I would do if… he gave me the truth. I know the darkness that falls over his face when he thinks no one is watching, because it’s the same darkness that chokes me tighter every day. Maybe a different shade; the kind bred from a pit of grief. But darkne...
I am but a puzzle
Broken apart before the lid was lifted
By unknowing hands
For years the wrong parts
Forced unto each other
Jammed into ideas of the image on the box
Always undone or forcibly bent
The empty gaps lost beneath the table
Desperately destroyed
And redone
And destroyed once again
The ticking of the clock begins to fade
And the hands are older
Fingers maybe stronger
But it is not was...
Maybe the best thing about him is that I don’t feel like I need to try around him. I don’t need to force words out of my mouth, or over analyze his reaction to what does make it out. I mean I’ll overthink things regardless, but it’s just… alright to overthink around him. Because he knows that I’m always doing it. And he doesn’t judge me for it. At least based on the number of times he’s said that,...