As roles reverse, I eat these words.
Le sigh…Karma.
She Says.
She says that I’m not ready for what she has to offer. That I seem unconcerned with her wants and desire. Her feelings.
She says that I don’t seem interested in her thoughts or issues. She says I’m nonchalant.
She says that other women know what’s expected I don’t. She says I don’t care.
She says that she needs someone who makes her feel wanted. She says I’m an asshole.
I say, “You may be right.”
I light my smoke. I don’t look at her even though I know she’s waiting.
My mind takes me to another place and I pretend to smile.
I walk over to the window and look out into the distance.
She’s boring holes into my back with her angry eyes.
I flick the ember into the night and turn to face her.
I say, “I’m sure that in…
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