“Knowing Me, Knowing You”

Knowing you, there will be an excuse for your absence.

Knowing me, I will accept your excuse even when it has been the hundredth time that you are not here.

Knowing you, you will twist my words even though I thought them unbreakable in their meaning this time. Yet here you are, bending them until you break my heart in the process.

And knowing me, when the breaking happens I’ll be alone, wailing to the shower head because it is the safest place for my tears. For no one can hear you when shower’s on, and I lie to myself so I can ache.

And knowing you, the end of us will be as quick as the beginning and you will dig our grave with a swiftness I keep forgetting you possess and you’ll laugh at what we were.

And knowing me, I’ll actually laugh with you. Because how can you not laugh at the absurdity of how your heart is being buried like a murder victim: quickly and without remorse.

And it is dusk somewhere, the sun will set on our love and I will look out in awe at nature poetically putting an end to our time together.

And knowing you, you will not even look up to see it.