Busy

Busy Bullshit Uninterested Silent You. Can't you see what this is doing to me? Can't you see how fresh my eyes look? And no, not in the poetic way, but in the way that I'm trying to tell you that my eyes, are fresh from tears, dry from the lack of care, and grey because that's the only color left in my life since you walked out. You don't understand it. Friendship comes in stages and you, left before the opening act. Before you could see the introduction You left when it got difficult and that's what I just can't understand. Truly, I don't know what's gone wrong with us. Shits changing I get that. But change is a good thing, as long as your heart stays in the right place. Right? Or lie to me again. Tell me you love me just once more