Have You Noticed Them Yet

Have you noticed them yet? The cycles that we begin, That never fully end before they start all over again. The same arguments over the same bullshit. The promises handed out like Band-Aids with no intention to stick. The first week feels like when we first met, Like the promises made might actually be kept. We pretend the damage wasn’t intentionally dealt, That the love we claim is real, and not just empty words no longer felt. The second week begins and the mask slips; Pretending to be something we're not gets exhausting quick. We deserve an award for the performance of the week before. Irritation silently grows, knowing it was all a show, Hoping that first week was enough to keep us blind, While reverting to the fuckery that makes us resent each other more. The third week arrives and we barely even notice. The silence between us grows heavier as the days drag on. By the weekend, we haven't spoken a single word. The tension building—we already know what’s coming. The fourth week begins, but this one is different. Weeks spent seeing who can do the most damage, As if the promises of the first week never even existed. The fights growing more vicious than the cycles before. Tears, guilt, anger, and shame. Bleeding and exhausted, desperate for somewhere to place the blame. Wounded and trapped by the weight of what others think, Programmed to believe it just has to be this way. The cycle begins again, as we slowly waste away