We Speak Of 2 Sentenctes And Youre Losing Your Mind.
We Can No Longer Interact As
Friends, Roommates, Or A Couple.It's As If Im An Unwanted House Guest That You Can't Get Enough Courage
To Tell To Leave.
I Am Walking On Cloud Nine When You Kiss Me,
But More Often Than That I Am
Walking On Eggshells. Never Knew I Would Be
A Burden In My Own House. The Look You Give To Me, Is One Of Disgust and Utter Hatred. At Times I Force Myself To Stay; Where As I Should Want To.
When I Walk In The Door It's As If Your Day Has Just Gotten To It's Absolute Worst. I Know At Times I Pick A Fight, But What Fight Do I Pick When I Come Home From Work. It's Always Questions Of
"Did You Date Him?" or "How Could You Do This To Me?"Why Cant It Ever Be Questions Of
"How Was Your Day?" or "You Wanna Watch A Movie."
I Would Rather Be Walking On Cloud Nine With A Smile On My Face And Your Hand In Mine. Instead I Come Home To Floors Filled With Eggshells And Shattered Glass. Forced To Walk These Floors With Broken Memories And Almost Broken Knuckles.
To Walk On Eggshells Is To Allow Yourself Not To Speak Up For Yourself. So The Next Time I Get Home From Work; I Will Walk Straight To The Kitchen And Pick Up That Old Broom And Sweep Up All These Eggshells And Shards Of Broken Glass, And Ask Myself,
"Sahara, Is It This Really How You Wanna Live."
