It's post-raining outside. And I don't know why I'm feeling so blue right now.
I thought I was doing what I could to make you be a better person.
I can't remember the last time we spent time together just by the two of us. It's been awhile, you said. But today I didn't see that spark in your eyes. Something just seemed... off. Why, you ask. I just know. I don't know why I'm writing this publicly on my blog when most of the time I just keep it to myself.
But I need someone to talk to, and this blog is the only one that will never judge me, scream at me, or tell me what I should do. It just listens to me.
I can take care of my own things
You barely sleep at least not until it's five in the morning
You're a man, don't be like this
Yeah so that's why I told you I can take care of my own
How can you say that so easily? I don't even know what to say. Yet you persistently urge me to say something. Why is this getting harder for me? I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought we were getting better.
I miss you, I said last night. And so did you.
But look at us now.
It's post-raining outside.
And my feelings are left sitting on the stone under the rain, cold and neglected.