Wrong Routine

Once my life gets up this hill it likes to call a joke, it stops.

My eyes water.

My throat swells.

My heart pumps faster.

I cry.

And not for a short time.

But immensely.

All those words he said to me repeat over in my mind.

And I think, "How am I ever going to believe the truth?"

Then my heart replies, "You're not."

I lean back and thoughts drown me and suffocate me and choke my feelings.

Everything seems like a routine.

Does 'I love you' really mean what we intend it to be?

Or are we just saying it because we're used to it?

If that's the case, it's the wrong routine.

And if it's the wrong routine, it's the wrong reason.

If it's the wrong reason, it isn't love.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this when I felt my relationship was crumbling in my own two hands. I felt betrayed, used, and lied to. Later I realized none of that was true. But at this moment this was how I felt.

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