I told you that I hated you and

I thought that I had made myself clear

But what you heard were words

And you were glad I was talking to you at all.

We’re oil and water as they say,

In my eyes and you don’t see the same

as me- you see an eternity of micro blending

not the same as each other but

not the same as they were

Its over

Not to you

I’m done

Not to you

Everything we go through is just a stepping stone

You never give up on me even when I’m long gone

Months or years

You pick up right where we left off

No matter what I say to you ,

You never find me at fault

It all clean

Not to me

All is well

Not to me

I told you that I hated you and

I thought that I had made myself clear

But you airbrushed it over

and heard what you wanted to hear…