what doesn’t give me butterflies (fiction writing)

when we are intimate
and a week later you put your arm around your wife
in front of me

when you tell me
I should have married my first partner
omitting that you were actually married to her

when we are intimate
and then I am told (after you undressed yourself)
I only wanted coffee

when we are intimate
and then you become a ghost
for days, weeks and months

when we are intimate
and you never once say my name
as if I don’t have one

when you close the door
using some arbitrary lie as an excuse
then open it five days later

when you engage me for work
and forget to say thank you
when I am in time and on budget

when you crawl out the woodwork
with some random conversation
as if you’d never disappeared at all

all these words and deeds and actions
do not give me butterflies in my tummy
but instead, are a knife through my heart

fight or flight?
I choose to fly away from you
back to me

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