Predictable endings: 1 I became accustomed to your face. I made you usual. The days I spent thinking of dreaming fantasizing of spending my life with your face At nights I saw your face while you were thousands of miles away confiding in someone else I saw your face and thought of the day I would sweep my fingers across those red cheeks Dissolve my hands into your stringy blond hair Meet your thin lips with mine and my wandering fingers I wanted to see your face with my hands feel your narrow nose that ridiculous chin Kiss your wide forehead I made your face usual. I became accustomed to your face. I would come home every day to your face Those distant and sad sideways and leaning eyelids I wanted to stare into them and find your character. Some semblance of a conscience. You fool. I spent my nights wanting to dream of you and I. Holding hands, in close embrace the fights, the passion, the throwing of heavy plates and anticipation, sharing and confidence. And confidence. While you confided in her your greatest weaknesses, protected them from me To protect your image your ego, who you were in my eyes. But I was there. I was there. Why did you think I wouldn't care? My distant nature? Too thick, too strong a shell to be hurt by showing too much desire? You said you liked my fire. All just to get to a first date, You told me "why wait?" And at the sight of a shiny new toy, it changed to "why date?" It was all in good fun, just another one. But while it lasted there was one thing you needed to know something I was afraid to show, now before we both die from each other's minds, where dreams of a life together once swirled around, where we once entwined, where I drew a line, where mistakes of yours were apologies of mine, and maybe when I forget this -and you- in time; That unusual face - my desires to see it were a usual mistake.