I have words at the tip of my tongue, ready to jump off as if they wanted to commit suicide for needing to be said but the room is silent and our breathing is too loud, I would hate to interrupt it. You brought out a knife and cut through the tension that was built up and I wondered how long we were sitting in such hazardous conditions. I hear about your girlfriend, you hear about my one night stands and we solemnly laugh but there is something different in the tone of your laughter, it doesnt fill the room anymore. Maybe the tension needed to be cut more or maybe you aren’t happy again. I picked at my fingers and I tore off split ends as I tried to make this infinite conversation worthwhile because I didnt want you to go. Id talk about physics or why x isnt equivalent to z if that’s what it takes to keep you around but instead, the words jumped off my tongue and committed suicide into the tension filled room.
And those words fell for nothing.
And my heart fell for something.
And I would sit in this room a thousand times more.
But you dont need me like I need you.