An invitation I've been dying for

Literally

Drawing the breath from me

Anticipating it the entire week

Drowning in the possibilities

That await me.

But word spreads

On wings of infidelities

And there's something you forgot to tell me.

And how I despise you for it

The important little detail you left out,

Only shows me I'm mistaken

When I thought you might be different

And how cliché this sounds

But even stereotypes hold their truths.

It's opening night at the theater.

A romance film debuts tonight.

Front row seats for heartbreak?

I think I'll pass, but thanks.

And so Friday night reopens.