The Falling Out

Originally written in July of 2022.

this is
some
mr & mrs smith
shit

the pendulum swings
from
wanting to
kick him out
to
wanting to
make out

the line is thin
between letting go
or pressing in
between being there
for him
or choosing
my self-protection

the ice is thin
and tends to crack and creak
as we tip-toe and dance around
what we need

how long until
we know the peace
the kind that settles us
into our
rhythms and routines
predictable
in the right ways
not just at the mercy
of good or bad days

I'm stuck between
a rock and a hard place
to go it alone
or learn to love 
anyway