Hi there, it's been a while.
We haven't talked in time,
and now it's gone by.
Whatever we had cracked,
the spine no longer intact.
Don't know how,
but we've broken something inside.
His reply,
The Fault is You.

You,
the one who never listens to my advice.
You,
the one who never bothers to ask how I feel
You,
the one to whom my worries mean nothing.
You,
the one with whom conversation is never easy.
You,
the one with whom mushy emotions are bleary.
You,
The Fault is You.

Turns out,
feeling like I do too much is a crime,
wanting to know that he cares enough about me even in his busy days is a crime.
One I'm guilty of.

Turns out,
I've been a nuisance,
I just didn't realize it.
Been poking him till his shell dropped.
I turned a good one bad.
I'm the problem,
the issue to be tried.
He says
The Fault is You.
© Amanah Saais