its been six weeks.
isnt it amazing how you've managed to look like you've forgotten about me.
but i know you havent.
dont you miss me.
PERHAPS you cant live without me in your life.
MAYBE you're dying to push your pride aside and say sorry.
for your wrong.
yes.
you're wrong.
we'll see how long more you take.
Its been six weeks.
you've already taken much longer than i expected.
Its been six weeks.
it cant be true.
you cant have forgotten me.
i know you cant.
i knew you.
your feelings. moods. everything.
and this just isnt you.
its either you're putting on a mask,
or you've changed.
and i dont know that 'changed' you.
hidden somewhere inside.
i know you're sill in there.
somewhere sttuck.
tangled and stuck.
then again, isn't everyone?
i never heard your true side of the story.
i didnt need to to know.
not after what you typed.
not after what you said.
not after how you insulted me.
Its been six weeks.
words hit harder than violence.
its taking you long to realize that.
Its been six weeks.
its taking you long to realize that you hurt me.
Its been six weeks.
you should know you did.
and its not the you i knew to totally ignore that.
stop telling yourself its okay to just walk away without saying sorry.
cos it isnt.
i'll give you a deadline.
Its been six weeks.
before i just walk up to you and just blow everything i want to.
i'm stronger than you probably ever realized.
females aren't the weaker species.
i could've defended everything you said.
every insult and everything you said.
EVERYTHING.
perhaps you think i was stupid then, to have not.
But there's a reason.
I'm not like you.
And its not like I want to be like you.
you've taken long enough.
Its been six weeks.
Way long enough.
Its been six weeks.
the petals are dropping.
you've got till tomorrow.



Its already been six weeks.