Tomorrow

Obsessed with revenge and it’s starting again. Anything to fill the void but it’s not enough anymore. You won’t say a word when he asks you what you wanted to talk about but tell him “I don’t want us to be the end of me” when he brings you your drink. He’s going to look at you with confusion, distain and regret. He won’t ask you to explain because he’ll know. You’re going to look at him with anger, hurt and a feeling you thought you’d forgotten. You will tell him you’re spending time just taking care of you right now and you’d apologise but he doesn’t love you anyway. Empty sex and unreliable dates add to the reason of your despair. He won’t know what to say. You’ll sit in silence for 15 minutes and decide to call it a night. After your lover leaves you’ll be wearing your mothers disappointed smile.