It’s all falling apart
I always thought that we’d last forever. Lovers and husbands and friends would come and go, but she and I would be together until the end of time. On stage together, on the road together, sharing our hopes and dreams together until we’re old and wrinkled.
And now she tells me she doesn’t want that anymore. She tells me that she’s tired of the life we’ve built for ourselves, and that she wants change. She tells me that she’s leaving me. Leaving the band. Going on a break. Technically I know it shouldn’t change anything between us. We’ll still see each other. We’ll still call each other. It’ll never be the same again. We will never be as one again.
So if I’m unfair to you, or if you feel like I’m not treating you well enough right now, it’s because you broke my heart, you fucking bitch.
You know what’s funny? people always say that they’re willing to do anything to fix things. It’s all talk. It’s something they say to ease their minds. What they do instead is walk around like a beaten dog for a few days, trying to guilt trip you into seeing their point of view.
I won’t. You’re the one who’s leaving. You can suffer for it.
