Picked up my pen, pulled out a paper,
shuffled through my mind for thoughts,
but all I could think of was our stupid conversations.
The non-sensical laughs, the lame jokes that you always crack,
your mediocre arguments for things even as important as income tax,
the nods, the shaky yeses, the retorts,
all this when I need conviction,
That blank face and those unresponsive eyes,
when silence is unacceptable.
I hate talking to you most of the time,
I thought you should know.
But let’s not stop talking,
because you alight fire in me, that no one as yet could.