as the candles crashed against the wall
in the next room
glass and wax exploded
over the hardwood floors of his upper flat
and this is how he let her know
he was in control
the family downstairs was used to it
by then
they heard it with the last woman
and the one before that
too
he never hit them
but he used the walls
and the doors
and the refrigerator
to show them what would happen
if he did
on that night
it was the candles
vessels of his insecurities
terrifying the woman in the next room
why?
what did/didn't she do?
fuck if he can remember now
you would think
something important enough
to make one half destroy their own residence
would be worth remembering
but
it wasn't really about
her
it was about himself
and in that perfect storm of his ego
but
it wasn't really about
her
it was about himself
and in that perfect storm of his ego
the distinction between a girlfriend
and a hostage
wasn't an easy one to make
not until
years later
not until
years later
not until
she was gone
not until he realised the
one
common factor
in all of his dysfunctional relationships
not until he realised the
one
common factor
in all of his dysfunctional relationships
someday
he thinks
he thinks
he'll call her
or send her a private message on facebook
saying he's sorry
or
being the coward that he is
maybe he'll just hope she reads this
and knows that he is
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