Falling (out)
She was young, but old enough to know that the earth didn't revolve around her life. Still, sometimes she wished that time would stand still for them. That he and she never had anything else to distract them from each other, but in truth...she was in a lonely relationship and he thought everything was fine.
She never really knew if she loved him even though those little crinkly smile lines around his eyes got her every time. She wondered why other people declared perfect bliss and why they needed to lie about it. She was old enough to know fairytales were just stories and perfection a myth.
She was bored and he wasn't boring. She was too practical to follow her wildest whims. She made due with what she had. She thought that was how life was meant to be. She didn't realize that she wasn't really aware.
His sweetness was bland on her tongue. His happiness only made her want to lash out and hurt him. When he was good to her, she was evil in return. When he was evil, she was even worse. Her words meant to sting his ears, crush his heart, make him fall out, but he only loved her even harder.
She struggled to unwrap him from around her jello fingers, but he found ways to reel her in tighter. She turned to his full face and emptied her deaf heart of his constant thump thump, but still found herself drowning in a lake of nausea. She puked out his guts and he kindly replenished them with lack of recognition.
When she threw him out to the dogs, he came back to lick her wounds. There was nothing that his sticky saliva love couldn't fix...except maybe her.