Blind as a Bat
It's been three long days since I've heard from you.
No call, no text, nothing at all.
Then suddenly a three line email saying tell me when you're up,
I'll give you a call.
You say that you've missed me, that I've been on your mind?
No, I don't think so. You must think that I'm stupid and oh so blind.
I've sat here for days worried sick and heart sinking
with all sorts of thoughts going through my mind.
Your last email to me, some of your words so very unkind.
What is he doing? Who is he talking to? Where could he possibly be?
You remember this isn't the first time that this has happened with
you and me.
We've gone round and round about things like this.
You blaming me and turning things around.
Making me feel so guilty and running me into the ground.
Then I feel bad about things that aren't even my fault.
You opening old wounds and then rubbing in the salt.
You say that "I" do those things but in reality you're just as bad,
maybe even worse.
Because you see or maybe you don't.
Ahhhh! That's the problem...
You really don't.
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