The Gray Area

You go, I go
and i could not care less
not even the ants
feeding on my coffeemug mark

I say, You say
the words that would leave
indefinite open wounds
with its invisible hemorrhages

You wait, I dont
for they say time fixes
everything thats broken
but i say it wasnt just damaged
or broken, or cracked
it burnt like hell's ashes
soft gush of wind took it away
hurting somebodys eyes

You are irrelevant
The most insignifacnt
Unsubstantial
Pussbag i bumped into
And i feel apologetic for myself
Drunk dialing
Drunk blogging
a worthless piece of dead words
for a worthless piece of shit

I think, You think
Theres no black and white
nothings absolute
everythings a meantime-fuckbuddy

so i realize
the gray area that matters
the phase between anger and forgiveness
doesnt exist for the both of us

anymore