The weight of words

(This has devolved into a shitty set of lyrics to a terrible song)

How many times can you tell me you hate me before I begin to believe you? How many days will I watch you walk away before I begin to stop watching?

I don’t remember when it happened but you stopped whispering my name in the dark and started listing my faults in the light. “I’m kidding, I’m joking, I’m teasing” are all still cutting.

One day I’m too jealous and the next I don’t care. One day I’m a tiger and the next a dog. You tell me how I feel about you but never how you feel about me. You tell me what I do in detail but never hear what you do in general.

Did I change, did you change or did “we” change? When did we stop looking at what we would work on together and start to look for what we could blame on each other?

How many times can you scream at me in anger, “I hate you!” before I begin to hate me too? I’ve believed everything else you have said, promised.

How many times will you walk away, before I walk away?