Cushioning

They push you away with mixed signals, building soft landings elsewhere while they dismantle you.

They juggle hearts like grenades, keeping you and half the contact list as soft landing spots for when their main squeeze inevitably explodes. One day they spoon tenderness into your mouth, the next they’re a cold shoulder wrapped in flirty DMs to strangers. They’re hedging bets with your pulse, hoping you’ll pull the pin so they don’t have to.