Seriously. Damn you.
I was fine. Just swell. Better than fine and swell.
Then one of our songs played. My eyes blurred, and I cried. Bawled. As I washed dishes. Tears dripped into the sink. You made me ugly cry.
Did you ever love me? I mean, truly love me? Words. Words mean nothing. You eroded our so-called love, piece by piece. Slice by slice.
Everything, my fault. You, the innocent. Me, the apology wheel. You counted on endless chances. And I covered for you.
Your secrets? Still my load to bear. My private shame. My fake life.
But that’s okay.
At least my dishes are clean.