You didn't even ask my name, didn't ask my thoughts
Disregarded all the stains, and any broken parts
Didn't stop to ask the time, or even point of view
All you did was stare at me, and I ticked back at you
Author's Notes/Comments:
It's short, but I feel like this right now. Love ticks on, and sometimes, it's routine, based upon the hour it comes and the time that it may leave. Please, feedback?