I feel like we are falling apart. Somewhere deep inside of me, I know it¡¯s true. I don¡¯t want to believe it – I don¡¯t want to believe we have drifted because of the distance. The way I speak to you and the way you speak to me Our voices are clouded and clogged With fake laughs and fake sympathy. You ask me how my family is doing. I say we¡¯re getting through the hard times. I ask you how¡¯s school. You say it¡¯s better. I feel a catch in my throat when you say you¡¯re busy for the next couple of weeks. That¡¯s too bad; I was hoping we could hang out. You talk about your new friend like she is gold. I have no one to talk about. I feel anger and pain and I regret never answering your calls and texts. If only you could understand the way I was feeling, But communication was lacking. ¡°I have to go, I¡¯ll call you back ¡¦¡±
And something tells me you won¡¯t.
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