a cliche

by Lauren Krueger

our beginning?
so…easy
so…natural
flowing 
like smooth water

the words you fed me
precisely what i was craving.

the waiting?
became an obsession
checking
clicking
complaining

the ignorance 
morphed into excuses 

the worst part?
not the hurt…
or the pain.

you reduced me 

forced our story

(in)to a cliche.