a little bit about nothing really
hah, i'm just selfish and vain enough to think you mean me in your little bits of spark throwing. who knows? you never told me anything, and you certainly never told me anything real. i pitched just about everything i could think of into your black hole of emotions.....nothing. it was like talking to a wall. oh yes, the wall was attentive, it noticed everything that passed it by and it stayed secure in it's bricks of shallowness, wit, and escapism. i would rather speak to you face to face, but you've gotten rid of that. now only the mask remains. weighed down, huh, i've never felt more free. and you are right, i pay more attention to my feelings than yours, damn me for that, but damn you for that too. maybe i wouldn't have if you ever would have said anything about yours. i only work with what i've got babe. i hope you read this. that's the best i can do for an apology for whtvr i did, oh yeah, i loved you.