I no longer share. It’s not a choice. Just that I’ve nothing left to give.
Pushed too far, it’s not easy accepting myself – the bitch I’ve become.
I wondered, were you scared? and where you went. It never occurred what your silence meant. That what I was offering was no longer free, and so you were no longer wondering about me.
A promised “goodbye” for each “I love you.” Then could you finally leave? I think they call this bargaining? Why are some people so hard to forget? Is it because we experienced so many things with them – both real and imagined – that there are more stories of you together than apart? If so, then could I count up all the times I fell in love with you, say goodbye to each one, and […]
Potential and the flicker of light I once knew behind your dead eyes.
I don’t bother with people so their opinions rarely bother me.
You knew me enough to say something. I cared too little to listen.