Free Write

The irony in the air as he pushes me down with his words. He said he would always be there for me. He said we were a team. When she’s around he’s all smiles and hugs. Alone all he does is criticize and complain. When did love become conditional? When did it become ok to say one thing and show another. “I may not show it much but I do love you,” was all he said. Or maybe that was all I heard. Clean my heart of all trust. Clear my mind of all expectations. They all lied. They all knew and they all lied. And now no one hears this silent scream. Why can’t they see what is so blatantly in front of them. Maybe they don’t want to see it. Maybe they just don’t care.