Tell Me.

Are you satisfied?

Are you happy now?

Happy with the dirty looks 

Presented to me 

By strangers.

Happy with a            hole

In the universe 

We used to 

Share?

Happy with the summer

Past that's now long

Grown cold and

Empty?

Are you happy

That I care now?

Are you happy

That it hurts now?

Would it even matter 

If I said it out loud?

Would it make you

feel better

If I wrote it all down?

Would you crumple

the paper and throw it

away?

Would you tell me, with 

your patent blank face, that,

"It's okay,"?

The back bumper's rusted,

The tires are flat.

The memories made

Were left in the back.

The swing set is empty.

The trees are all bare.

And though you are mad,

I don't think you care.

It takes two to tango,

And we both know it's true.

The fault is with me

As much as with you.

I can't help but remember how

Your lips felt against mine.

How the way you laughed

always made your eyes shine.

How my eyes shine now

As I write this to you.

How I know you don't 

Need this as much as I do.

But I can't need this anymore.

I can't need you anymore.

I need me.

This is a time that can't

Be wasted by love.

By petty arguments

or by things I can't control.

I'm done now.

Let me know when you are, too.

Author's Note

RANT. BLAH.

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[N. Nellan]

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