Today, I decided I’m done.
Twisting my hips away
From your once loving tongue in anguish.
My words, terse over breakfast
Gentle nudges and sighs, won’t last.

I ask it straight. Why? You’ve known me
Forever. My me-ness?
My mind and persona, direct as a pact.
Tell me! You, the guilty one here flinched,
Why has your tongue taken a life force of grit?

Watching you flush; fork hovering
Mouth open, tongue soft, pink.
Not the sandpaper that chafed my soul,
Wracking my body into anger as we cooked together.
Your plate pushed away. The clincher.

Why? You stutter, trying to stand
Our discussion over.
You sob, screaming and shaking.

Melted knees weave you to slam the door

WHY? Because he fucking loves you more