How time flies

I don’t like the way you make me feel.

I don’t like the way I am when you’re around.

I don’t like how I act because of what you say.

I don’t like what I think when you talk.

I don’t like what I’m becoming because of the way you’ve treated me for so long.

I don’t like who I am when I’m with you.

I don’t know what to do

but I do know

it’s been a long time

since I liked anything to do with you.


She didn’t want my words, but she noticed them.

They weren’t remembered for their content, but for their volume.

And now, when she says they were too much I wonder if it’s because they were taken away and she missed them.

It’s always easier to be angry than sad.

Tears are always heavier than words.