Oh, how crowded. People all over the place.
You start to pull yourself away. Like you always did. Covering yourself in the corner.
‘So hot I can hardly breathe.’ You said.
I understand you can’t stand the heat. Yeah, me, too, darling. I know it’s just so hot.
But I don’t think that’s the real cause. I’m quite sure it’s because the persons are my friends, none of yours. So you choose to back away.
‘I just need a little space.’
Oh, yes, sure. Anything for you, my love.
You shut your mouth up ever so tightly.
You’re almost like a stranger to me. Where’s the boy who talked so much of his anguish? Where’s the expressive person I used to know?
You seemed like 2 persons in one body.
So, which one is the real you?