watercolor thoughts

The Things You Say

Weak
You said
You are weak
Why am I weak?
Why am I the one?
Why would you even say that?
I would like to say I'm not
I would like to tell you all this
But I can't and I missed my chance
I bet you don't remember any of it, right?
I bet you probably don't remember any words
They are meaningless, I was probably mad
You would mumble under your breath
I guess I can't argue
You were definitely mad
But who at?
What at?
Me?