"It's just not in my make."

You can take your words back,
and stuff them between your gums,
force the air back from your lungs,
and keep your lies where you belong.

I'll drown my ears with pathetic white noises
and demolish a flitter of your unsure voices.

And instead of pretending to listen
I'll shuffle my shoes along these
rain-stained, cracking sidewalks,
and stare the ground, ignoring the sky.

Silently contemplating to myself
all of the things we could have been.