Kiss and tell

It's like a damn miracle that I haven't cheated on him yet.

I know.

I know.

I act like a prima donna. I get it.

But with any other man.

Any other man.

I wouldn't put up with this. I wouldn't be so damn grumpy all of the time. I would cut it off.

I would kiss other boys. I would go my own way. It wouldn't work.

And at this point I can't decide if it's me or if it's him. I'm pretty sure it's me. I'm pretty sure it's been me. He's right. He's right. It's me. I can't wrap my head around this. I can't stop being petty. I don't know how to be normal. I have to pick it apart.

It's me.

It's not him.

So it's normal to think that kissing other boys is logical. It's logical.

(I'm not kissing other boys. But I'm beginning to have a hard time not.)