Not this time...

She went to take her car this morning,
And found out that her car wasn't locked,
She was not surprised,
She was not shocked,
She wasn't herself when she got home last night.

Last night,
She left his place with a broken heart,
She got in the car and stepped on the accelerator,
She left her mind and soul with him,
Not knowing what was happening during the journey home,
All she knew was that the others were quite slow on the road.

This morning,
He called,
He said sorry,
She knew this was gonna happen.

He will avoid and ignore the topic,
Thinking that everything will be just fine the next morning,
Pretending that nothing has happened,
But she just couldn't take it that way.

It has always been this way,
She will forgive and try to forget,
Just to salvage the relationship,
But somehow, she is still full with unanswered questions.

Not this time,
She doesn't want him to apologize,
Without knowing what was wrong,
Without having the heart to get things right,
She doesn't want to forgive and forget,
Really not this time.

Their relationship seems like an object of his at home,
And object for his home decorative or entertainment,
When he first gets it, he'll treasure it most,
He'll find ways to make that object prominent, more attractive,
But the longer he has it, he tends to forget the value of it,
That object will still be an object lying around somewhere,
She feels like an object.