Gratuitous

You treat me as if I've failed you, but people aren't like condoms. It doesn't "just take once" to cause an irreparable mistake, and you can't just abort the consequences. Relationships, of any kinds and all degrees, take work -- that's the reality. "Get messy. Make mistakes!" Well, here I am, covered in mud, spattered with wrongdoing, and there you go, walking away. Leaving behind late night talks and gratuitous kisses and all the physical, mental, and emotional exploration we used to enjoy. I try to put myself in your shoes, I try to understand. Every day I try, because I feel like I owe that much, like it's the right thing to do. I wonder if you give me that much consideration in return, and sometimes I think you do, and sometimes I think you don't. But always, though it takes so much out of me, I try.