You say I do not use my speech but that’s only because I don’t share much,
From where you stand I look like the villain
But see in my eyes things are messy and beautiful
extremely magnified therefore at times scary,
See I never used to be like this but love past ruined me,
Where I think am being cautious, am being guarded,
You said you loved me two weeks ago and I didn’t say it back, I know!
But how can you love that is so quick to leave,
A love with no patience or trust,
So a month and a half later you have gone weary,
You packed up your heart and left me dazed,
Your figure; a small blur now as you walk further away from me and back to last year’s love,
How you find your way back to her easily without finishing ours is but a contradiction,
But never the less somewhat of an inevitable,
Colliding fusion of understanding and dismay,
I ask myself what is wrong with me?
But with peace of mind and undiscovered soulful satisfaction,
When you hit me with the “We can still me friends” phrase
I laughed knowing that will never be.