26 July 2012
Who knew
We could ever
Be so petty
As to argue
Over a loaf of bread,
What to drink,
Where to eat,
Your friends,
My friends,
The weather.
How did we
Ever get here?
This isn't
The journey
We set out on.
You push and
Pull me,
Backwards, away,
Not sure why
I decided to stay.
Maybe nine years
Deserves the effort.
Maybe
I should have
Drifted away
When I could of.
This much is true;
I love you,
But not like I used to.
I'm afraid you
Are number two;
Who knew?
Who Knew? • Opuss № I