Do you remember when?

I smiled and you would smile because I was smiling?

And when your scowl rarely appeared on your face?

When we could debate about everything and anything

And everything would turn into a mini-fight?

When our friends used to say:

Oh god, it’s another (Insert Couple Name Here) Fight,

Nothing to be worried about.

But now, it IS something to be worried about.

It isn’t just a game anymore

It’s not just another little fight

This time its big,

And nothing seems alright.

Now you see me smile and tell me that I don’t deserve to,

Your scowl is always directed at me,

You butt into my business even when you “DON’T” care about me.

This doesn’t make sense to me,

But I know that you have a reason.

The only one I’ve come up with so far,

Is that you’re scared.

But I don’t know if that’s true.

Because … You don’t seem like you’re someone who would do that.

But I know that what you do around here,

Is just an act for all of them.

I once knew the real you,

I was one of the few who did.

I was able to know that you’re really

Different then they see you.

But now… Now I’m just no one.

I’m the girl who is on your hate list.

I think I’m actually number 1.

I don’t know what happened.

I want to know.

But you’ll never tell me.

They threatened to lock us up in a room,

Till we settled it.

That option doesn’t seem so bad anymore.

At least you’d have to talk to me.

Maybe you wouldn’t.

Maybe we’d sit there forever,

Waiting.

Waiting seems to be a word that I’m hearing a lot these days.

I don’t know why.

What am I waiting for?

Am I waiting for it to all get better?

Am I putting a band-aid on the situation?

What am I waiting for?

What am I fighting for?

Am I fighting anymore?

No.

I’m waiting.

For what?

Hey, maybe I’ll never know.

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