"You say I'm passive aggressive
How can I not be, when you're always talking at me?
You say I'm unresponsive
And here you are talking over me"
Sometimes, it's difficult to admit defeat.
Harder still, when you were unaware of a competition all along.
You look back, and you realize every hit, every stand off...
Every broken promise,
It was all a show of strength.
Every apology, every empty promise
Was a test of your will to survive.
And you gave up.
You're weak.
You missed the signs and you were deemed the lesser opponent.
"There's nothing worse than feeling like a ghost."
You know, oblivion isn't bliss.
Oblivion is a ruse. It's a false pretense.
It's a veil for selfish to hide behind.
It's a hope that you will never find your way through the smoke, never peek behind the mirrors.
That you'll never question that lingering empty space you've grown accustomed to.
That you will grow so numb to the cold that you forget that it's there.
That this is normal.
Or worse,
That this is all you deserve.
