When things suddenly change and you’re supposed to remain un-bothered. It’s all a part of the defiant act of living. Denying our humaneness to appear emotionally stable. There is no stability in emotions. No solid form, it’s like trying to nail jello to a tree.
They will not submit to the subtle choke of a leash. Untamed. They are erratic and unapologetic. Yet we suppress, deny and act as if they don’t matter. Meanwhile, in our disdain, they seethe and start to seep…
They linger in backgrounds like memories taking me back around that time when he was more consistent. When my insecurity was silenced by his predictability.
But what do we do when patterns die and what is left is a faint whisper, an un-returned text and the toothbrush he left weeks ago, sitting as a reminder that he’s there somewhere in the in-between. He hasn’t arrived and he hasn’t completely left.
The gripping pain of the lingering.
And you better be quiet girl. You better keep cool.
Don’t let your humanness emerge and show him something exist inside you besides an orgasm and a sweaty thrill ride with soaked up sheets and bed hair.
Better not show him you care. He wants to know that you don’t so that your love doesn’t smother him. Since when did love become a sinister sadist roaming the earth looking for victims to torture? After all, isn’t love the giver of life? I can’t breathe air into you if you aren’t willing to be revived.
And after weeks of analyzing his sudden plot twist in my romantic story line, he casually replies to a text I sent 16 days ago…
He said, “I’m just doing me.”
In which I replied, “Oh, so that would imply your no longer doing me.”
He paused for about 30 minutes before responding and replied…
Tidbits with the ignorant conversationalist… More to come.
By Janell Hihi Copyright@2017