The dreamy blues of our future were dead. Dead to me. Dead to you. No more future, for me or you. How can we move on, you find it easier. Though I still remember your laugh. The high pitched cackle, of your bichiness. The rude way you thought of me. When you found me unlovable I noticed. But I never fore saw this bitter end. The frigidness of your affable idealism. High remarks for apathetic ways toward me. My empty empathy killed your feelings. Throw away the words we never spoke. Your wasting of emotions. You made me gracious for human interaction, but it was always misplaced. Misplaced with thoughts of misguided Inattention from familial interaction. I always trusted to easily, when it came to you.