Stuck

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Stuck

We’re both stuck

I’m stuck

Somewhere between waiting for your call and initiating a text

Somewhere between showing up at your doorstep and waiting for the day you step on mine

I’m stuck

Wanting to protect you but knowing I shouldn’t

Arguments would follow good times, we’d wait to get understanding but wouldn’t

We’ve seen how this plays out and have been apart of too many bad remakes

The worse thing I can do is repeat the same mistake

Reliving the same heartbreak that only ends in two people feeling misunderstood and space

I tried listening but it never yielded a return

I tried being the fire in us but only felt burned

All I ever wanted was effort

 all I ever got was love with texture

It went from comforting and smooth to rough and misused

Fine grains turned to wrinkles.

You said one thing but did another and I got tired of being confused

I found myself yearning for honesty craving any form of clarity

Instead me wanting something from you turned your small attentions to charity

You were doing less and expecting me to grateful for it

I was putting myself in your shoes and expecting you to be Thankful for it

There were no words left

Only repeated questions & unsettled emotions

I got tired of reassuring you

Tired of trying to solve whatever holes you have open

Every problem you had was something wrong I was doing

Every hole you had was something I wasn’t giving

Every area of lack was an area I was missing

We felt like a burden

I felt like a missing person

You never noticed the flyers I posted

Your attention was so inverted

If I took the time to ask you Had you seen me

You’d only complain, never search

Nothing was ever easy

Everything was an obstacle course built with forts and a guard that was friendly but always paced

And kept asking you for a pass that expired everyday

His smile was pleasant yet empty

His joy a husk of a crustacean

He would ridicule you if you quit the game in frustration

Give you a pep-talk that sounded more like a list of your wrong-doings

No game is ever fun if you keep losing

It was like you were playing a game you wanted me to save you from

You wanted me to give this game my all

And yet still save you some

At the end I had enough of you

I got tired of being stuck with you.

#Stuck

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King Series: Ricky

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King Series: Ricky

There's karma in life. It swirls around us like an ominpotent tornado. The wiser of us worship it in a way. We throw positives into it's wind filled recesses, confident that one day it will throw something back. Then there are those of us who don't throw positives into it. There are those of us who don't even respect it's presence. Those people get different outcomes. Enjoy my short story. I call it, "Ricky".

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