Sentimental Silence

When I ask if you want to play a game the first thing you ask is,

"What are the rules?"

And that makes me sad.

Because no one has ever stopped to ask me that before.

I am undecided on so many things.

How I feel about you.

What you must feel about me.

And every broken and twisted thing in between.

I'm like a radio caught in a tug-of-war of two stations.

I start on a pop station,

But slowly static takes over until country music blares for a few seconds.

It's a cycle that I don't care to break.

I just lay beneath my sheets, 

Lost in my thoughts.

Trying to find something poetic in nothingness;
Debating whether or not I should slam the radio into silence,
Or blast the madness into my ears.

You don't care about anything lately.
So why should that matter?
You don't notice a thing.
The way I look,
The way I act,

The way I am reaching out for a friend; no answers today.