CONVERSATIONS

We used to hear each other
Without words.
We used to listen to understand.
We used to mean our sorries and thank yous.

I was mad,
But you wanted to be right.
I was hurt but winning the argument was what you desired
You are screaming.
But I can hardly hear a thing!

You say I’m too emotional
So you can’t stop being logical
I want you to leave.
No, stay
Now I’m losing my train of thought
But us want to be together

So let’s make a truce
I promise not to trash your views
I promise to listen to see through your eyes
And when I’m angry enough to feel like hurting you,
I’d remember my desolées are numbered.

And those times,
We lose understanding in communication,
Promise us we would not sink to flaw jabbing.

And when I say,
I’m sorry.
I promise to mean it
To scar a heart and open a wound is not my feet to take.

No more throwing bouts of “whatevers”.

I know we might not see eye to eye on stuff all the time
But let’s be wise
Let’s be considerate
Don’t plug my eye
And I won’t break your heart
So let’s call it a truce.
Would you want to talk?
Cos I would love to listen.