Calculations

on the spot

Don’t say that I’ve changed

Don’t say… that I’ve left… when I haven’t even… let go

Of you

Of us

Of what we should’ve been

I hate that you think of me as a girl with such capabilities

My heart

I thought was broken

When will it end?

This constant circling the perimeter

Making sure the ground is level

The sky is blue enough

Calculating everything

So nothing goes wrong

I wonder

When will the constant bickering end?

The silent talks, all my words, filling the air, whipping my hair around and around, constantly, trying to become something it’s not

But, you are nothing to me

Except an empty ghost, lying in my bed

Slowly seeping your way, into my bed sheets

My head, tilted slightly, but not completely, as you reveal yourself to me, staring, not in curiosity, but in concentration; what are you?

I wonder what you’d do

To a girl like me?