she can still hear you singing the maroon 5 song.
"and it really makes me wonder if i ever gave a fuck about you."

"fuck you"
she wanted to say but
she knew she'd lose
you if she (pretended to)
care that much. did you
hear the venom in her voice,
the tears in her eyes? so
instead she says
"i don't give a fuck"
(about you).

a/n: "gosh stix, don't look so excited. you might hurt someone."
"i don't give a fuck."
"i know you don't."
the last real conversation we've had since august.


a/n: she bought the cd and a little bottle of axe cologne the night we went out with Janelle to see pirates 3. we played it in the car. she used to sing the songs all the time.

i wouldn't know now. she doesn't even speak to me; definitely doesn't sing near me.


i did give a fuck about her, once upon a time.

©Maroon 5: "and it really makes me wonder if I ever gave a fuck about you."