He will never understand how much he hurts. How much I am sometimes embarrassed by how much I love him. How I don’t always say what I want to say, because the love is too much.
He just doesn’t slow down to listen to how it hurts.
He remains distracted as a coping mechanism, but his distractions are my pain. I feel he finds distraction to forget about me.
It infuriates me, so I distract. I change the subject, I turn the tides, I rush air back into the room.
But then, I’m reminded ever so softly, I’m #2.