A COMMUNAL EXPERIMENT IN SELF CURATION

a Soul Project

archival : easy as :

All it takes
Is to circle me in your arms
Is to look me in the eyes and apologize
Is to take me outside for five minutes, circle me in your arms, look me in the eyes and solidify the apology you gave me over the phone today.
Five minutes of your precious time to show and reassure the one you say you love of your actual love. But apparently I'm not worth five minutes of your genuine concern and compassion. Apparently.

A little comfort, especially after shaking my trust in your care for me just the day before, would have gone a long way.

Instead you gradually step back from me until there is a palpable and physical gap that I have to bridge by stepping forward, stepping forward again, stepping forward again... and so on. I urge you to come together with me, even in public if we musts, to act like the couple we want to be. Fake it 'til you become it, right?

You stare at me and back away further. You ask me not to "do this right now."

YOU DON'T DO THIS RIGHT NOW.
You're a big pile of bullshit, lies, and denial.