I wonder if you enjoy turning your back against me,
& walking away from me at your own pace,
while I silently stammer behind you,
trying to keep up, trying to catch up,
and desperately hoping that you'd turn back & hold my hand,
to tell me that everything's alright,
that you'll never do it again,
that you understand the pain I feel.

But you don't.
Everyone else is always in the wrong,
but never you.
Yes, your pride/ego/temper bothers me.
It's not wrong to be proud of who you are.
But it's wrong when you think you're always right.
Are you even willing to listen?
You always seem to have a head full of rebuttals & theories ready to put me down.

I thought love was about sacrifice?
I thought love was about trust?
I thought love was about ... us.

How can lovers be best friends?
My friends are always there to make sure I'm alright.
They are always there to pat my head, to give me a hug, to hold my hand, to reassure me ...
And 1 thing that I'm definately positive about:
They have never ever, walked away from me.


Love is just a silly bedtime story.