#12 Pushing Away

Pushing away

Baby it stings.

our History mocking our Present.

Robbing it.

 

It seems that my questions now

Offend you.

 

For every time

My questions echo

As the minute hand teases round the clock,

Is like another slap on the face.

Hinting at me to stop intruding.

 

Unable to quench my interest in you.

Only satisfying the unreturned attention.

 

Numb to pretending that

I no longer have questions for you.

Obediently following my routined punishment :

Needing to talk to you

And having to stay silent.

 

Sincerely,

No questions.

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