maybe my frustrations are justified
maybe it's all pent up bullshit i've kept to myself
to no fault of yours
maybe my impatience stems from small matters
like visiting you for hours only for you to set me aside
for overwatch
how i spend hours with you
only for you to spend hours on your phone
maybe that's why i get so fucking annoyed
at the smallest things
like texts that get replied a little too slow
like arrivals that take a little too long
like skype calls that always end up as "Do you mind if i play?"
no.
go ahead.
i'm fucking okay with that.
maybe i miss you talking to me.
"I talk to you all the time!"
speaking words to me does not count
i don't feel you talking to me
i don't feel anything
maybe i'm ungrateful
maybe i'm searching for the same feeling i used to have talking to you
when you talked to me without a gameplay in the background
when you looked at me
rather than your screen
all i know is that i'd rather not visit you anymore
because its the same old story
i visit you for our cat
but sitting on your bed and waiting for you to look at me
i'm not there for that.