The Cashing In
You tell me you love me and my heart shatters, and the sharp edges of every shattered piece slits my heart releasing every single emotion I’ve ever had before in my life. I love you, too, but it’s the worst tease. Maybe temporarily we can find warmth in each other’s arms, but as time passes, we will realize that we are but a fleeting moment. You tell me we will last forever, but I feel it in my bones, the inevitable ending that is just around the next misunderstood text message, canceled trip, petty Saturday afternoon fight. See, what you don’t realize is that every time you brush something under the rug, every time you refuse to discuss what I’m feeling and stop the conversation with a stoic “I love you”, it chisels away my strength to stay. You don’t realize that everything adds up, and when it does, I will cash in my sum and be gone.