Crying.

Looks like it's all I can do right now.

For some odd reason,

it's all I can do since the last time we talked.

Better, you talked, I listened.

You yelled and screamed

and argued in a monologue.

I just stared at you

too stunned to say anything.

Especially because I had this thing in my throat

that wouldn't let the words out.

You were angry for something I didn't know,

and I still don't know,

since you never cared to explain.

You left me there crying

and didn't care to comfort me

after the harsh words that came through your lips.

Maybe comforting me would have been a contradiction.

Comfort after hurting.

Besides, you were never the comforting type,

and that was one of the reasons I got close to you.

You always told me the truth,

didn't seem to want to comfort me

every time my selfishness made me cry.

Selfish.

That's what you called me

while you stormed out about your reasoning.

I never lied about the way I see things.

The way I am.

But you seemed like you wanted to change me.

Change.

You wanted me to change

but you never changed yourself.

Who is selfish now?

All those words pierced my heart.

You knew exactly where to dig the knife,

and twisted it so vigorously.

Maybe I was mistaken for getting close to you,

thinking you were a friend,

giving you ammunition to shoot against me latter.

All those things I confided to you,

all the secrets you knew about me.

I heard all of them coming out of your lips

in an angry spectacle.

Too bad we didn't have an audience;

they would have loved the show.

I hoped you would regret after that.

I waited for you to call and apologize.

And I'm still waiting.

I know I'm too proud to call,

especially because I wasn't the one who started it all.

But I know your pride will get in the way as well.

After all, everyone gets proud in situations like this.

I'm trying to swallow my pride

and call you,

but this thing in my throat don't let anything pass.

Besides, I'm the hurt one here,

so I shouldn't be holding the phone up first.

Reasons.

I would like to know yours,

to know exactly why you behaved so violent.

It's not like you to be the one shouting

and don't explain yourself.

Reasons.

You seemed pretty pissed off.

What happened to let you so out of mind?

Did someone poison your thoughts about me?

Did I really deserve that?

I know I can act bitchy some times.

But I never did it to you.

You would never let me.

Being stronger,

you would have turned the whole situation against me.

Somehow you still did it.

Now all that's left for me is to cry.

Especially because I can't think of a better thing to do

to make this pain stop.

So, I will just mourn and whine.

Isn't that what you said I always do?

Could you be more right about me?

Mourning and whining.

Selfishly crying.

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A.N.: I've basicaly just reorganized the text into a poetry format, it's still the same though.