I know how to count, so I’m counting.
Addition, subtraction no reaction.
I know how to read so I’m reading, the messages you don’t send so I’m guessing.
I know how to think so I’m assuming, no contact in forms is just ruining.
In comparison to us at the beginning, we’re nothing right now you’re just sinning
Our beginning was flourish with no blots. Now I’m connecting all dots, you’ve just stopped!
Ruining connections, you keep stepping, over my thoughts expressing passive aggression.
Online many times just seeking, I see the signs many times I’ve been peeping.
It’s been a while, so you dial because you creeping.
Bitch claims to be stalled, so you call, shit is seeping.
I know how to connect, so I’ve disconnected. Those callbacks you speak of keep requesting.
My investment can’t invest, so I’m missing. Staring out my rearview is a blessing.
Like Amy I’m Gone Girl, I’m transparent. Everything on the peripheral is apparent.
I wondered if I’m at fault, I’m impatient. But your actions I speak of, I’m just saying. You could do better, but you’re playing.
Emotional intelligence is a blessing, I know this emotion, I’ve faded.