the beauty of illusion,
silly, silly kitten
I thought being in love with you would be marvelous. Drifting to sleep in your arms. Waking up with your kisses.
I exist to love, honor, and obey. He said, Love her, so I did.
He said, forget her, but I slipped. I thought of memories, sweet words that turned sour, but sweet when they first entered my mouth
I slip a little, I think I’m going to fall–
— but, no.
A stranger sees me shake, puts her hand on me. She is kind. She engages me in silly, stupid conversation. It makes me feel better.
I do not need you. You, who only exist to put me down.
I think I am falling back into my old ways, sometimes, but each day I am ever so slightly better than the forgotten day
I am so much more than a yesterday
With or without you.