you say some things, but you leave most of it unsaid.

how can you be so paranoid, when surely it should be the other way around?

you ignore my questions, yet expect yours to be answered.

you can be so up yourself, yet not realising it at the time. or ever.

you don't realise that i'm upset with you, nor do you realise that a full stop is not a good sign.

you're blunt, but rarely to the point.

and yet, somehow, i'm okay with it.

i guess i know that if i complain, it'll only put us both in a bad mood.

yet sometimes, just sometimes, if you'd care enough to listen,

you'd see that some things need to be said, just so i can have some peace of mind.

so maybe next time, when i don't seem myself, you'd like to ask me why?

or maybe, just maybe, you'll realise the problem yourself.