Yes, please show me your fine example of superiority after neglecting information previously shared with you.

Turning my day off into a day of home repairs.

Oh, Thank You! You're right I should feel just fine with your display of disrespect, casually ruining a surprise it took years to make.

It's hard to "Miss" something I had told your better half about just an hour ago.

Agreed.
We should meet up, I would love to hear those articulated excuses you've spent days perfecting without the acceptance of any blame.

You can just pin that on my so called poor communication.

I got to go see your first home, simple.
Just like you.
I got to re live some of your old experiences.
Again simple.
I got to hear stories of you, told from a loving point of view.
Beautiful.

They all kept your spirit alive.
Adventitious, and daring, yet simple, and sweet. Someone honest and true.
They don't make them like you.
Not anymore.

My heart aches less knowing you're okay.
My heart stays strong from loving you.

I remember when hating everything was cool, but then all of a sudden it wasn't?
It's too late,
I'm filled with this hate, an anger you helped create.
It seeps from my pours,
It makes up my floors:
And I can't break its hold; the hands already closed.
The power I thought I had you took when you left;
It lied in my head.

I'm all about development, and growth while you're just hanging by the same rope.

It's taking everything I have not to message you back.
It's not fair I have to stay strong while you play these head games.

Your coco tan skin, and long wavy hair, this bitter mountain air just wasn't for you.

I told you it was because the old one was full of you, but if we're being honest...
The new one is too.

You made me feel worthless, weak, and alone.

Like the stings you strum you played me well, falling back into your dark spell. With the secrets, and the lies I found myself seeking shelter.

You never kept me safe, you just wanted to here, in complacency with you.

I'm giddy;
it's like high school. Your smile buckles my knees, and your laughter makes me weak.

I can't wait to see you.
Thoughts of you, and your silly jokes, confused face, and that hair.
You're Beautiful.

Your eyes are so full of life, and I can't get enough.

Watching her was a gift.
She had yet to see me come in, she was raw with emotion, and I got to witness the way she breaks, and how she takes it all in.

There’s a lot of smiling; even when confused.
She paces the floor and wraps presents while making dinner; she’s so precise.

On occasion you can see her eyes water, a panic sets in as she pulls her hands threw her hair, exhaling. Taking a moment to shake it off.

She continues, and repeats.

She can play the role of fine and under control so well.

If I never caught this moment I’d never think she breaks at all.