Is it me?

Finishing each other sentences and breathing simultaneously was just a couple of things we used to do when we were in sync. Remember when waking up was the best part of our day? It still is, but it’s now because we are leaving each other and going to work. It’s sad when I dread to come home but excited about leaving. Thinking about using that classic line “it’s not you, it’s me”. Surprisingly I think it really is me. Is it?

Signals of distress

Help, I’ve been sending you distress signals since I could remember. How can you ignore something that is obvious? You wonder why I stay out late. It’s not because I’m seeing someone else, it’s a cry for help. You have seen many S.O.S.’s, Like the times that I’ll rather be outside the house in my car just clearing my head and not inside venting to you about the daily stress that I encounter. The times that I’m not in the mood for being intimate, should’ve been a red flag. Why can’t you recognize my smoke signals? Remember when we used to have a date night now that has been reduced to eating out of paper bags and renting four movies and only watching one. How is it possible for you not to even be the least concerned about my well being when we are a unit? I guess it’s true what the bible says “a house divided cannot stand”. We’ve been divided so long that it feels normal. I guess S.O.S. means Stuck on Stupid.

Home

I feel so close to you but yet so far from whom I have at home. Why is that? They say home is where the heart is, but what if your heart is missing? You tell me to stay home and work on it, but all the while you’re showing me the blueprints to your house. True your house is bigger, and it ain’t nothing like that new house smell. (Lol) I’m so tempted to move in but if I move right now I will lose my deposit from my previous home. Is it worth it? If I break my lease with her what make you think that I will not reciprocate. I wonder if I’m better off being homeless..