You say that I don’t care
I deny, ‘It’s not true’
Yet my words like yours fall vacuous
Empty but for the dramatic denial.
I feel the yawning distance
I see the stretched silences, from afar
I hear the gritty agitation once conversation does start.
Your annoying questions
My annoyed gestures
Each riling the other
Until one of us breaks.
Then another rant
Things clawed up from the past with bloodied blunt fingernails
Words liberally dropped as in the final air raid
Even the fights have lost their spirit and sincerity.
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I’d like to think it’s because we know we are strong
That we will get past this
That we are only being honest with each other
That we are special
That this is just an exceptional messed up time.
But maybe, just maybe
It’s because, I dunno
I don’t care?