Funny How Time Flies: A Tale of A Sour Relationship
Crinkle in the middle of your forehead like an accordion. Dragging your feet, a sound like someone sweeping the floor. As you carry your half-broken heart from yesteryear's loves. Head turned to the left as you pass me by Careful not to look my way. Hoping I can't see what you are thinking. You don't like me. But if you closely look into my glaring eyes, you would see I don't like you. I am settling, standing on your empty promises. When I speak, you are annoyed as you take your seat. It's only a commercial. "What?" You say. "Nothing." I retort. I really don't like you! That's why I hold my nose as you sigh. Hoping I don't smell your breath. It's stale, old just like this relationship. Please don't exhale, keep that to yourself! It's not like anything will change! You will just stink up the atmosphere like you always do then find a way to blame me. What happened to the young guy I once knew anyway? He was full of life. Fre...