He's glaring at me
I can see the shift in him
Charm rusted
"Don't play adult games when you act like a child"
He says this with a new sullen tone
One I hadn't heard him use before
Our affair had reached its highest altitude
Frosting my heart with cold
I start shouting
Until he tells me to shut up
And I feel like a bitch being yanked by its leash
“You don’t love him”
He says to me smug and
More rigid than the mousse in his hair
“I do” I scream
“I do love him”
“Then why are you here with me”
I’m shaking with shame
My knuckles are growing white crushing my house keys
I leave slamming his door
My house sitting across the street watching in disproval
I hear him laughing
I run
As if the ground will turn into quicksand
And I’ll be stuck there
For the garbage man to find me
Because we all know
Rotten apples don’t go back