For two decades you’ve crushed me.
You’ve hurt me so many times.
You ripped the light from me and replaced it with darkness
I sought refuge.
I hid.
I (briefly) considered
microwaving your possessions.
You teased me with your promises:
Next time I’ll be true
Next time I’ll be consistent
Next time you’ll get my best self
Next time I won’t come home and ■■■■ the bed after a night on the ■■■■ and the brown sugar.
But this time… This time…
It feels different?
There’s a consistency about you.
A certain joie de vivre
A youthfulness
Maybe it’s because I’m not in my usual seat?
Maybe it’s because the guy behind me isn’t screaming about how ■■■■ Zaharakis is?
Maybe you’ve actually changed.
Maybe…
…
Anyway I’M FARKING LID OFFFFFFFF let’s win this whole ■■■■■■■ thing.
I’ve cautiously nudged the lid slightly ajar but that’s as far as i’m willing to expose myself. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, well, you can’t get fooled again.