Two Weeks Later

 

For days on end

you have scratched a wound 

that must have healed

Today, two weeks later,

you choose to cut it open

revealing your fuming anger

You put your best efforts

with your mastery of words

that drive me

to the edge of insanity

Why can't you move on

instead of insisting to drag on

Why do you choose to blame

instead of seeing ways to tame

Why make me suffer

instead of finding reasons to alter

Two weeks of my normal life

now seems to me like a trifle

In these days, I feel I was used

And so wasted.

All of it feels like a fake

If there was ever a sorry,

must it be for me or you, 

It is never for you,

because

to me, your wound never was.

~ Oct 03, 2021