Nothing is the Same

Wed, 11/26/2014 - 23:25 -- Herma

We spend our days

Fighting

More than we do laughing

And I spend more nights crying

Than I do smiling

You don’t want this

I don’t want that

I don’t run to hug you anymore

We don’t watch cartoons anymore

I cannot control my anger

My sadness

It plagues me

It is me

I’m sorry we spend endless days in battle

I’m sorry that I’m the one responsible

For all the bloodshed

I just have so much built up

I’m bound to explode

I miss the simpler days

Because you seem to be still lost in them

I’m not who I was back then

And neither are you 

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