I don’t want to apologize.
Like I have in the past
For coming close to a breaking point with you
Where I almost speak my mind
But refuse to do so, realizing that if I acknowledge
The shallowness of this relationship
I will never be able to return to this place
Of blissful ignorance
Where we float by, month after month
You, happy, and I happy enough
As long as I choose not to think.
Mundanity poisons our minds
And threatens to keep us sedated
In our blissful ignorance
Because that’s exactly what
This has become to you and I.
A place of familiarity,
Which offers no outlet for expansion.
We have limited this love
To a mere coexistence
Where we smile and laugh
Enjoying the ease of life and each other’s presence
And if that is not somehow wrong,
Why do I feel so empty?