It's the dissection of the way
Your eyes glaze over and your blues
Turn to more of a seafoam
When you stare into mine and
Attempt to decipher what/how
You feel for me.

You're always fidgeting around the
Issue at hand.
Something I used to adore in you,
Now I add it to the neverending list
Of incessant pet peeves I've adopted.

You scream at me.
Something about love.
Or the idea of love.
And how I fit into all of that in your mind.
I tell you to fuck off and I walk away in a huff.
"You know, you're all I've ever wanted!"
Throwing your words in my general direction
Like a dagger.
I duck.

"No. All you've ever wanted was you!
But you got bored with you.
And, well, you can't suck yourself off
Quite as well as I can."

You're cornered. You cower.

So you make sure your
hair gel stays in my pillowcase and you muss up my sheets.

09/29/2008

Author's Note: Wipe the grin off your face, this was never about you.

Posted on 09/29/2008
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