I'm crying
with balled up fists.
My adult version of a tantrum by a toddler who isn't being heard.
You stand there with fearful eyes and the knowledge you haven't done anything wrong.
"I don't understand," your voice breaks
"Nothing has changed."
You so clearly see it that you pass right through it.
Exactly.
Everything is the same.
I've been screaming at you to see me this entire time.
Hoping as I-
as our relationship-
matured maybe I would better understand your behavior.
But I don't.