Talk to the walls,
Humans have stopped listening.
Get a puppy to love
Instead of an x-box stuck boyfriend/husband.
Cuddle a huge teddy bear
He won’t go snowboarding with another woman.
Ask your furnitures how their day was
They won’t mock at your worries and life problems.
8 months and counting.
No calls, no nothing
No “sorry”, no “come back”
No missed calls, no cryptic messages
8 months and counting
I am still struggling
To fight back tears
Amidst a crowded street
Where we once treaded hand in hand.
8 months and counting
It doesn’t hurt much like before
Didn’t I know it all along
You were looking for an escape
Just as I was.
8 months and counting
I don’t think I have changed much
Gullible and fragile
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Easily get hurt
But I won’t stop looking.
8 months and counting
Who knew I’d still think of you sometimes
Cry in anger and despair
What have you done?
Why didn’t I hear you out?
Why didn’t I step back, turn, and leave, my dignity intact?
8 months
And I am waiting
For the day I stop counting.
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