Arguments have become the center of our “relationship”.
Every time you text me – an argument
Every time you call me – an argument
Every time you meet with me – an argument
It never ends.
Sometimes I wonder if that’s what we do best. I wonder if we didn’t argue, if we would even still communicate with each other.
Fighting is all it seems we know how do to.
I can talk to anyone and have the best time, you know, laughing and smiling and just enjoying the company, and once you call, it all can change.
It’s not that I hate you, far from it actually.
I love you with my whole being, but I’m terribly hurt.
I look at you and I get butterflies, but I also feel those butterflies die at the same time because your face just reminds me of my pain.
I don’t want to be that person who blames her pain on someone else, but it’s hard for me not to when you caused this heart to shatter.