These Lonesome Lines Were Lying Around

We only accept change after its happened.

We live amongst each other,
keeping our space 
	while still acknowledging we share 
the same air 
	whether we like it or not.
The less we knew, 
	the less we continued to care.
We cared until we moved on 
	to other things. 
It happened gradually
	over a year or two.
The obsessions we had 
	disbursed into new interests.

The day people stopped talking
I was in a crowded coffee shop 
	and realized no one was speaking.
I screamed so loud 
        birds flew into the sky.

I am trying to talk to people
	and they're unable to hear me. 
The people looked frozen 
	in the radiating heat of the train car.
Feeling alone amongst people 
        is the best way to be alone.

I unpack the layers of my thoughts.
I rearrange the clothes in the suitcase to
accommodate our current relationship.
Denial is a funny color on you.

Shedding one layer at a time
Details remain clear
But will not be mentioned here.

In a crowded room, 
I am an observer.
I have no interest 
in playing your mind games.

Seeing things that aren’t there 
is just a waste of time.
It's an honest mistake 
when you believe a lie 
for so long.

Your words stick to my brain like glue
It takes a very long time to let go of you.

My fear overwhelms a whole room
Overflowing through doorless entry ways

The tv is left on.
No one is in the room to watch it.

When someone is honest with you, 
don't try to justify their truth 
to suit your emotions,

for they’re too busy with their lives 
to give a damn.
What they to do you 
        unintentionally, 
		how they make you feel 
  unknowingly.

I untangle myself from 
   the habits and stories
	that once served me graciously.

Happiness is thinking about a street 
		then accidentally turning down it.

Healing is a process that will not fit 
			neatly into a linear time frame.

It may take months or even years but with time, 
				you will care less.