becoming.

by Renaada Williams

who was i to tell them to believe? after all they've been here much longer than i have. they've experienced things i'm still imagining.

some say if it doesn't hurt it cant be love but if it does you shouldn't want it

when nighttime struck your eyes lit up under the moon you howled through the night and only then did i realize you were pretending - wolf in sheeps clothing

i am waiting at the end of the promise you forgot you made.

i stayed longer longer than i should have trying to teach you how to love me when i didn't even know what that meant.

i cried myself to sleep while you lay next to me unbothered unaware and uninterested

i expected you to fix me failing to realize soon after you left i would still be broken

i'm sorry sounds a lot like forgive me but, its really meant to mean ill do it again.

and not only is it harder its pretty impossible to forgive someone who expects to be forgiven again.

you told me to swallow my tongue not literally of course but you made it impossible to speak without being interrupted without sounding like i was not smart enough without ever feeling like you were listening and so, i ate it.