Just A Square Going Nowhere

Sorry, but I’m not going to pry it out of you like a stubborn loose tooth. A shadow comes over you as you sip your sugary malt liquor concaution. You become quiet and distant. I ask what’s wrong. Your answer; life. You say it’s sad sometimes. Obviously you don’t want to tell me because it’s about me. And even now as I sit here and type this you’re probably growing slightly jealous. Assuming I’m texting someone. Or something. You want to keep this relationship, yet can’t respect me enough to tell me what’s on your mind. Positive or negative. So tell me, how would you react in this situation?

Sometimes I feel so happy. Sometimes I feel so sad. Sometimes I feel so happy, But mostly you just make me mad Baby, you just make me mad.

Linger on…..

your pale blue eyes