You keep saying that you love me,
but I don’t want to hear those words from you…
I want to feel them.
A worn out welcome hovers
At ‘goodbye’ time,
the tears begin…
“What have I done wrong?”
‘Leaving time’ doesn’t usually mean you’ve done something wrong,
But seeing as you ask….
A moments peace would have been nice, while you stay here
in my own home.
You talk about nothing.
Then you talk about talking about nothing.
My ears are sore from your nonstop yapping.
for someone as used to the quiet as I am.
My head is done in,
and it’s time for you to go home.
Save your tears for someone else’s ears.
Things would be different
if just once,
for just one minute,
you would just zip it!
What they look like? Where they live?
What they do inbetween reading posts?
I like to think my followers get me.
I don’t have to explain my thoughts because they are already understood.
My past is accepted and my future eagerly awaited.
What I think and feel matters.