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.