It's still funny now

I can't help but thinking about that day
when you pass me by with nothing to say
when acting becomes communication
when eye contact becomes conversation

when the past becomes everything
when worn out memories can no longer sing
when I look for a reason to breath
when I force my self to leave

when I slowly watch you change
when everything feels strange
When my love becomes a curse
when I destroy every poem and verse
when distance becomes a solution
when hatred becomes essential