I had a lot on my mind,
But I only managed, "Your call."
She said, "Okay,"
But she wanted to say more.
You're both filled with words you didn't utter.
You were both mad deep within.

          He said, "What made you like me?"
          You responded, "I don't."
          You know you were lying,
          But you didn't do a thing.
          You parted ways and nothing started.

Why do we say the things we hate?
Why do we appear mad when we aren't?
Why do we sound furious when
We wished to be comforting?
Why did matter and manner go different lanes?

          We should escape this cycle
          And try to question ourselves.
          Why do we hurt each other,
          When love, as we know,
          Is our only way?