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the act of being inconsistent

there are the times that i have smiled;
memories of jubilance and elation and mirth and that
one time we pulled an all-nighter for the first time
and slept for thirteen hours afterwards
until your parents wanted her daughter back.

there are the times that i have cried;
dark pasts of abandonment and loneliness
(and heartache)
as you brushed me off, content with your new boyfriend
as i became your number two.

there are the times i will never forget;
the good
                    (dancing to broadway songs in your basement)
the bad
                    (disappearing for an hour and a half and leaving me alone with three acquaintances: you know i’m not good with strangers)

you’re uncertain
you’re erratic
you’re unpredictable
you’re inconsistent