Month: October 2022

Sirens

If you could see the look on his face, your heart might melt. Not into the ooey gooey mess he used to inspire, but into the puddle left by your wet feet after warming them by the fire. It’s not perfect, your feet are still wet but at least you’re not cold. That’s what he looked like, like his heart might be broken, and you look refreshed, like your heart is warm. It’s not that he deserves a broken heart, but more that you knew it was coming. You were right, and, goddamn it, it feels good to be right sometimes.

It’s sick and twisted and somewhat rotten to wish a broken heart on anyone. But you’re not the type for romance. You’re the type who wants what she wants and the type who gets a little bitter (who we kidding?) when anything goes awry. You’re unstoppable. Incorrigible. Negligent and naughty. But it is what it is, right? And he is who he has always been. Nothing has changed.

So here you sit and there he is. And you’re not back in his arms, but neither is she. And you’re so goddamn tickled pink that his world has gone black. You’re sick. Demented. Narcissistic and nasty. But he liked that for a while and you can’t understand where it went wrong. But will you change? Naw, I doubt it. Because you are who you are. Right? You’ll just lament for a while and bask in his sorrow but you wont grow. You wont heal. You wont pursue betterment of your damn self. You’ll just watch him crumble and snack on the crumbs. And that will be that for a while, or forever, whichever comes first.