when was it you stopped talking to me
i can count the days if you'd like
you can make small talk
and act and ask as if it does not matter
but it does

how could you do that to me

i was trying so hard
i had liked you so long

how could you be so cruel

i grew fond of hating you
and hating myself for not being able to scream at you
i used to wish i could kiss you
now i long for a slap.
yet i know i will just purse my lips and smile
apologize
for things i have not done wrong