The thought of spending another day with you  brings out the clouds faster then anything
Looking at the little things you do
That was once very cute
Is rewarded with an eye roll or extra loud sigh
Talking to you about this and that makes me feel queasy
Engaging in conversation with you is like talking with something lodged in the throat
I can hardly get the words out
you can never find anything to talk about
always have to think
There are too many pauses in the conversation
crickets and grasshoppers do nothing to hide the awkwardness I feel when I have to be around you
Getting you to spend time with me is frustrating
I feel like I have to beg
All the **** time
Can we go out
Can we talk for 5 minutes
Can you bring this
Can you buy that
I would like that please
Your so good at following the rules
Your so obedient
Agree to everything
Never speak your mind
When you finally do you talk without emotion
Without feeling and passion
when did a relationship have so many rules
so many strings
Some things just happen on their own
It shouldn’t be forced
It shouldn’t be begged for
But that’s all I find myself doing when I am with you
Shouldn’t you take some things upon yourself
Plan things on your own
for me
for you
you bark out orders
I give orders
I have to pick and choose
sadly enough
you feel obligated to do things
I am forced to feel
What will happen
When I cant feel anymore?