I had your back way back when you told me what you needed.
But suspicion replaced butterflies through fiery eyes of cautious white lies.
I choose to believe we’re right for each other for the sake of superficial happiness.
Anything to be with you is better than none.
Our secure kiss crumbled with the weight of a timeless
frown, burning your tongue as you’re half-tempted to say goodbye.
A marriage counselor tapped a pen on a blank sheet of paper as we exchanged verbal blows,
ironing the wrinkles we’d etched like scar tissue with passive-aggressive spats.
Sometimes it’s easier to believe you’re the devil in disguise,
but I still fucking love you.

(© 2022 AC)