Separate

Here we are again...

Two rooms, two floors, two people who are too afraid to speak to one another.

I'm not sure what I said...

you obviously didn't like it.

I don't see the big deal...

you look the other way out of the window, "you say that every time..."

The words oozed from your mouth you couldn't stop it. Once my side had presented itself your brain already knew who was winning.

I feel like I'm screaming, begging, pleading with a brick wall sometimes, but I think I've found I might actually be the brick wall.

Forever so stubborn.