Idiot. (Child denied it's candy)

Here we are bickering.
Words fly like daggers between us.
With,
Cold stares.
Empty eyes, and
Dark thoughts.
Obliterate all else.

It's funny to think that a week ago:
We stood there laughing.
Exchanging our plans for the holidays.
With,
Heartfelt looks.
Loving eyes, and
Hopeful thoughts.

And now as I watch you walk away.
I think what an idiot I am.
Acting like a child denied it's candy.

Benjamin J Jones. ©