sulking again

i am brooding, not saying a word,
tired of fighting, need a rest
from her craziness;
as she leans over to kiss me,
i pull away, like she did last night,
i miss not touching when i’m angry,
i regret things i say, but i just sit there,
eyes glazed; i can’t live this life
with all its expectations,
like handing over my deepest feelings;
i want to take them back, all of them,
the words, the feelings, the kisses,
but i sit here brooding, not saying a word.

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