When the driver doesn’t roll up the partition
We’ve had plenty of opportunities to spend quality time together in the 18 years I’ve lived with you, but you were more concerned with taking back the childhood you gave up since having me. It’s not your fault, I’m not blaming you. I know how it feels to have someone sweep you off your feet. Things get intensely passionate and addicting very quickly, but that was only in the beginning.
Things changed. Your life started out as a routine that was perfectly in sync with each other and then it changed. The pressure got the best of you. Hugs became punches, kisses became slaps, forgotten chores promised you bruises. Even pills became a weapon until a knife was your only means of protection.
I know what YOU’VE been thru because I was the only name you called when no one knew you needed to be rescued.
I know what YOU’RE capable of doing because I’ve looked in you’re eyes and they’re more than willing.
So forgive me because I’m no longer interested in quality time. Forgive me if my cold demeanor makes it seem like I don’t care, because I do. Quality time just seems unfit for me at this point. I’ve been around the ugly side for so long that I can’t care for the good side, nor do I feel the need to experience it.