Another year has passed

Happy Birthday.

You have so much to celebrate.

A year older, hopefully wiser too.

I'm numb.

I don't know if it's good or bad.

What's in it for me?

You want me to respect you.
You want me to trust you.
You want me to prioritize you.
You want me to love you.

But what can you do for me?
What can you give me?

All I want is for you to trust me.

Can you do that?

Excuse me?

Since when did you care?

I thought you wanted to date and meet new people?

You've put me on the shelf for far too long.

I'm not made to collect dust.

You of all people should know that.

"I don't want to play the broken-hearted girl"

Its just a word

Guilty?

Not gonna say sorry.

Not this time.

The irony

I keep asking myself.

How sure am I about being sure?

What if it's just a comfort zone?

Should we try?

We've been trying.

Guess we got to try harder.

And this time, without passion and sympathy.

"Letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go"

When you think of it

Its like putting salt on an open wound.
Thats exactly how I feel.
Since you're up and bouncing,
I should too.
I should not waste my time over this.

Office Politics

You walk into the office, talking on the phone.

She was in here speaking to someone on the phone too.

You guys were actually talking to each other.

Answering each other's question.

It was like a live telecast.

She was asking, yet i could hear the answers.

That person was just next to me.

They could even hear each other's voices.

Funny right?

Why talk on the phone when you're just separated by a cubicle?

And realizing the conversation might go on and that they didn't wanna blow the cover,

you walked out pretending to go to the loo or something.

Here's the part where its bloody ridiculous.

You come in and you ask me,

"Is she there at her seat?"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA

Who are you trying to kid???

You think I'm that dumb?!?

Now this is

office politics.