This game that we play…. I thought I put away childish things. You know when you were smaller, You would have fall outs with your best friend, And even though both of you wanted the feud to end, None of you wanted to be the one to firstly step to the plate. Well in my growth, my mentality has changed, And I have accepted the fact that at times, I will have to be the one to do so. I think that I’ve grown tired, Weary, of being the only one with eyes, When I know that you clearly can see with yours, That something is wrong. Maybe you think that I’m the only one with flaws, With the way I do things sometimes. But in my mind, This is what goes on: If something means that much to you, And if maintaining, sustaining, Retaining the love which we had, Is important, Then you would do what you have to do. You wouldn’t have to wait for me to come to you, And inquire about us, Even when I know your reply, Will consist of you denying, The fact that you haven’t been applying, Anything to add to this clearly dying, And on your part lack of trying, Relationship….