Our lover brings us flowers.
by Alexandra Hill
We feel inadequate.
So we make them dinner.
But we are not happy.
We despise our lover.
We feel contempt where there was once fondness.
We say we are happy.
But we are not.
We hate the relationship.
But we stay.
We stay for our guilt.
We stay to make our lover happy.
Yet, our lover brought us flowers out of guilt for their inadequacy.
They are not happy.
In their heart, they despise us.
They feel spite where there was once attachment.
No one in the relationship wants to be there.
And yet both stay for each other, unknowingly hating the other.