Filtered are the words that I say
Constricted are the things that I do
Afraid of being imperfect in your eyes
You are distant, so distant I hate the thought
Am trying hard to have you back
And I just have to be careful not to make you mad
   How though did we become like this?
   When did we become so loose?
    We used to be so close
    But now,
Keeping a tight rein on me everyday
My presence an irritation
And I'm stuck between words
Your face so obscure
Your lips in a tight line, jaws tight
Silently asking me off
Your eyes dark
Clearly filled with hatred
 But I smile
 Blind to your aloof
 Because am not ready to let go
 Not of you and not of our past
 Because when I...