you're the worst actor that i've ever seen
Please don’t tell me this is just another awful movie script. that when, ‘what time does your flight on Friday leave again?’ the room didn’t stop moving and you couldn’t hear my heart beating a mile away. And somewhere between the music chiming in and the glass full of liquor breaking on the kitchen floor, my heart wasn’t breaking into a million more pieces. Don’t tell me that when I exit stage left, the sea of people don’t part like the fucking red sea and when I finally make it to the front porch I am finally able to catch my breath. Cue tears. Cue sobbing.
You: enter stage right. I was going to tell you.
Me:
You: it’s only for eight months.
Me:
You: I’ll be back. And we’ll talk everyday.
Cue fucking rain and the camera follows me walking to my car and getting in and slamming the door in your face. Headlights flash through my wet window and every ten or fifteen seconds the audience can catch me crying.
You: let me, in. please.
Cue open door. Cue your hand on my thigh.
Cut to Friday when you still get on that fucking plane and leave. You leave me again and again and again and again. I’m sure you already have the sequel all planned out. cut to happy reunion. Cut to a few months of happiness. Cue you getting on another fucking plane.
You: I’ll be back. And we’ll talk everyday.
Me:
Cut to heartache and me not knowing how many more times I can play this role without wanting some kind bonus.