taken from alternate account.

your words fill the air around me, voice like
hatred on a summer afternoon (too
cold for comfort, really)
and you break, break.

my head is a balloon, and i am floating away
on your disinterest; you ignore my honesty.
too busy to remember, and you
only see what you're looking for.

you echo him,
and say i am heartless. i am

not heartless. i am not heartless.