only what i saw

[sensationalhaze]

your hatred stares
sideways face and bullet eyes
bleached curls, trite-aged brilliance
and a cross.
ironic yous.
i make what i want from it and we all do.
always.
passion for your cause or pitiful representation
of your emptiness.
i wonder sometimes.
i make my thoughts catapult around you
and i try to forget what i was origionally
thinking
and remember what i never was
.
good job, old one. you have stranded my sympathy.
but, i don't, hate you, for it.
and that makes your ears burn.