You called me your ex’s name:
There was something wrong.
I tried a few times to bring it up.
I thought you’d be the one to help me.
How stupid, I am so stupid. I shouldn’t have ever let you in.
Perhaps there was no talking because when you called me your ex’s name I got straight into the shower and cried.
I am not ashamed to share, I am not ashamed to show two halves of the story.
Perhaps I was overreacting.
Except, I needed more sympathy the night before. With feeling unwell.
You didn’t know this because I never told you.
I helped you out when you was unwell, I understood it maybe it was because it was physical symptoms, cold flu, man flu, people can see it, understand it more.
The night before
I didn’t feel like eating and you was really hungry, you felt like you put your time in there was nothing you was doing right at all.
Perhaps, it felt you was stuck in a limbo situation, and I wasn’t reacting the way you thought I should be reacting.
You could have just called a pizza and made me laugh cheered me up. I guess I felt unwell and all I could think was soup. Sleep.
You didn’t factor in the sleepless nights overwhelming crying from children that made me even more anxious.
I know, I hate soup so boring right?
There was that time we was walking towards wings and I had the perfect opportunity to tell you then but it was supposed to be a fun night for you and I didn’t want to ruin another night.
I didn’t want to take off or anything or vanish. It killed me that I walked away.
I was running out of time and I knew it.
You was supposed to stay out late and be with them, you showed up earlier than planned.
I could have told you then.
Maybe I was planting seeds but I never wanted them to grow.
The spiders evening I could have told you then but I just cried and cried.
The time we stood in the hall way, the time I walked over to the house, the time I went into your work, the time I broke down at my friends house and you walked me back.
Now it’s too late.