no, i wasn't listening to
every single word you were saying.
how you where making me feel bad again
by disguising your insults as compliments.
how you laugh too loud only at my bad jokes
and not at all at the ones
that are actually funny.
you move around the apartment.
almost manically tending chores,
as if they where really important.
they are not.
not while this silence is suffocating.
your hands are moving
and your eyes are almost dead now
scanning laundry,
and not even once
do they look into mine.