breaking point

this is like a few sundays ago when you dropped the bomb on me that you have a kid and you're going through a divorce.

i was cleaning in my kitchen, crying because you weren't giving me the time of day.

this time, i'm cleaning in my kitchen, crying because i'm second guessing myself with you.

you're the only girl who's ever made me cry.
you're the only girl who's ever tapped inside of a nadira that only close friends see.
others have been a witness to how i talk and act when i speak of you.

FUCK!

*sigh*