DIRTY LAUNDRY

um...yeah

there's no harsh feelings
but please reflect on how harsh you were to my feelings

"i dm'd u" - was ur response
"yeah, i disappeared" was your excuse
we could sit here
and shake hands
and say lets make a truce
but whats the use

u told me u blocked me in a way that implied that u had to
by identifying how u voluntarily made that choice
its what boggles me

now u sit here and follow me
like im suppose to remain in ur presence indifferent with poise
when i want to slap u
and everytime i look at u thats all i think about doing

cus its theses gears in my mind that are not anew
i still want u

but it's something about being here with you in the flesh
i understand that i was potentially ur baby
only at times where u mind edged up to ur boundaries and stayed
in its place

u telling me i miss u bro, but it's something within u that wont allow it to happen
to release ur caged bird in ur chest and let it be

we were a polaroid picture you see......
and we had to shake ourselves
to see the image
when we finally saw what we looked like in it
we didn't like it
so we decide to fade

ur apology to me just displayed ur attempt of sympathy
but why say sorry
when ur actions hardly mirror ur words
//e.b.