the lingering feeling

Sometimes, I want to just tell you...
How you've consistently trampled over my ideas
only to turn around and adopt them.

And you don't realize, it seems you don't care.
When you frown (as far as I can guess it out) and say it's okay...
The emotion unexplainable.

It's not okay. I know it isn't.
And I don't get why I'm dismissed- It's as though you don't trust me with the solution.
Then I wonder if it's all just because you're desperate and I'm convenient...
because the things you accuse me to be... you're becoming all of them.

I didn't walk out of that to get this.
Shall I say these to you.. or do I wait for the next gentle sunset..
To wait until something merry comes along.. to refill my hopes about you.

To promise me you can, if even you cannot...
To tell me I've done something in my time.