Over

I am being level head when I flip my words at him, leaving a hissing sound
I can't stand to bare my soul anymore, I wiped the heart off my sleeve.
I hear people ramble and rumble about their lives and lately I couldn't be bothered.
I sit at a crowded table as sentences whiz by my face so fast my hair brushes across my forehead.
He can't expect me to play these games.
I fused over my hair and my outfit a few times for him.But its getting old.
I can't see any reason to chase after him, its too cold.And I am too tired.
And I've learnt so many new things about him, things that annoy me and make me turn my head.
He popped my bubble and deflated my dreams.I lack the strength to pursue him.
He won't promise me the stars.And we will never commit to anything.So why bother.
I can't stand the let downs and lost emotions.
It drains me,and send my mind through an up roar.
Im like a pink balloon slowly leaking air, deflating,disappearing.
I can't break the code and I cannot unlock the door.
I keep waiting for it to open,maybe its old and needs to be oiled.Maybe its broken.
The other door closed a long time ago.
I am trapped between the too.