The calls were the first sign that our fire was going out
Calls of convenience
Like a chore, a bore, a dull activity needed to be done
How did it come to this?
From our endless talks about nothing and everything
Now all we have is the rare and awkward exchange on twitter, on Facebook
Now, all you’re good for is blog fodder
I caress your face and walk with you down the halls of memory, just to write about you.
You came, saw what you wanted, not what was there, and you left
I wish I could hate you but I can’t
I wish I could hate you, it’d be so much easier
Hate is a very simple emotion. It’s straightforward
But this… what I feel now does it even have a name?
My stupid brain is at it again, laying the blame on the only person who’ll listen – me
I should have run after you, sometimes I tell myself this
Broken down the doors as the picture of tomorrow I’d built in my head of us together went up in flames
My call logs say different.
They tell me I did – I fought, I waited, I prayed
You still left
You left me with only time to take care of my aching heart
Now I realise, leaving was for the best
Now I realise, your love was lukewarm
I wanted to say I’d rise again like the phoenix
But did we ever burn bright? Are there even ashes for me to be reborn?
You did this to us
I’m done carrying your scars
You used to be part of me. But no more
Now I’m whole again