Complimenting me, Not really.

Looking at the places we went wrong,
You're stuck.









Look at me,
I don't want to work with you,
I don't want to speak to you,
I don't want to stand here and take this.
Because relationships are give and take.
And I have nothing left to give you.

These spaces,
holes in memory,
are empty.
Cold.
I can't find the truth.
Is this hide and seek?
Because I'm not really trying to find answers,
I'm just waiting until it's over.