It

Pretend as if It never happened.
I wish It hadn't.
Too, too soon, It tore us apart.
I want to go back, and caution myself;
Be patient.
A whole five years of trust and friendship-
And we can't talk anymore, like I know we did.
I feel broken, with my guts spilling out-
Staining the carpet, every time you shout.
Open the window, let some fresh air inside.
Funny, it haunts me, in your empty "hi"s.