Alone

When I talk to you, it's like no one is listening. The words that I speak travel into one ear and out of the other and all of a sudden, all the laughs that we shared and the conversations we had when you cared are nothing. I'm yearning for your attention, I'm begging for your input, but all you ever say is "I'm sorry to hear that" and "that's a bummer." What happened to the deep talks we had that summer, when everything was easy and we didn't keep secrets from each other? You used to hang on to my every word and talk to me like I was a queen, so delicate, so loving. But now I have to drag it out of you and who knows whether your words are genuine or whether you're just trying to please the crowd. Why can't you just be real with me and tell me what you're thinking? In the beginning I felt on top of the world, but now I feel like I'm sinking. Lately this love has caused me a lot of unnecessary pain and strife. But look, I’m willing to try to work this out with you, however, I’m not going to sit here and let you push me to the point where it feels like I’m in a relationship with myself. I can easily cut the bond that we have with a knife. See, I’m not scared of being alone, but I’m scared of wasting my life.