If I could open up, what would I say?
Darkness and discontent veil once kind eyes
finding their way to mine while my heart sinks
troubles I had hoped I would leave behind
my distant lover right in front of me.
Have I lost you to another person?
Are our problems just excuses to leave?
Is this just another thing I’ve ruined?
I understand, must be hard to love me.
Patience quickly turns to irritation
once made a promise I’d communicate
I can sense your increasing frustration
does it really matter what I might say?
My anxious mind causes this game each day
diurnal staring contests stuck on replay.