Interruption

Copious amounts of doubt,

consecutive wreckage,

and a high percentage of

history repeating itself

have me on edge—

hesitating,

evading

whether I’d ever do it again.

And every time I try—

you step back in.

Is it deliberate?

You see that I’m happy without you

and have to ruin it.

You know that I still love you

and have to rub it in—

remind me that you’re not him.

So treacherous.

The way you interrupt—

show up just long enough

to make me lose interest,

to make me put up a wall.

Everything that once charmed me

now alarms me

because he's nothing like you—

at all.