You whispered thoughts of future happiness into her ear
and the breath that the ideas took on wrapped themselves around her central nervous system
claiming the life of a sixth sense within her.
She could see everything as clear as her hands in front of her.
She could hear your voice inside her head.
She could smell the sweetness of two lives intertwined,
tasting the pleasantries of a real future.
She felt at home, a sense of belonging.
She felt as though you felt it too, which is why you dangled your greatness overhead,
as a complement to hers.
Ever taunting her, like a shiny pendulum, gliding back and forth
with the vision of happiness dancing in the gleam of its reflection on the glass.
Only then, did she realize that what she saw was encased; and she was on the outside once again, looking in.
So how do you explain to a woman who would have given you far more than 100% that you’re unsure?
How do you recall the faulty product of your improper manufacturing and false advertising after it has become a liability in her heart?
How do you credit back her time and refund her emotional investment, once you decide you cannot deliver?
You look her in the eyes and tell her that the wells of water filling up, ready to spill over at a moment’s blink are not worthy of your heartstrings.
You tell her that your uncertainty is simply the cost of playing the “game.”
You sing her the lullaby of goodnight and goodbye and assure her when she wakes from her nightmare
that you won’t be there to calm her.
How do you face a woman who has bent for you?
How do you straighten her spine, so that in time she will walk upright with dignity and grace once again?
How do you align her heart and mind so that they are not waging war against each other from what she knows and what she feels?
You dismiss her with a shoulder of ice and shut her out so that her heartache cannot infiltrate your conscience.
You close your eyes so the last image is not her beauty turned to sadness at the hand of you.
You wash the memory of her scent so that her sweetness cannot penetrate your system and disseminate through your senses the way you once did through hers.
How do you break a woman whose strength is endless?
You look her in the eyes and tell her, not the truth, because she might understand.
You stare her in her heart and tell her you don’t love her, you tell her she was chasing the idea.
*Feature Image by Priscilla Sotelo
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