Look at you,
Looking at me.
Hard eyes saying everything and nothing,
A war between our minds.
"I don't care."
Your lips whisper.
"Then leave me alone."
I stalk off with my eyeliner running down my cheeks,
Looking like the clown I've always been.
My pillow is soaked and it feels like I have a hangover.
There's not even an attempt at sleep.
The night is still young.
I come down half an hour later to find you giving me a newspaper article.
With my eyes on the verge of bawling,
You stand in front of me,
Like it never happened.
You refuse me,
Yet here I stand.
I refuse you,
Yet here you are.
What happened to the perfectness that was years ago?
I was your princess.
And you were once my hero,
The one I could go to and ask any question to.
You'd forgive and forget.
What happened to the love?
It's becoming more dysfunctional,
Harder to tell the line between battles and wars we have.
All the yelling,
The secrets kept . . .
I don't understand why I care for you.
When it's obvious you don't care about me.