i love to talk.
with words.
without substance.
carelessly speak
about the weather.

i hate to talk.
with words.
with meaning.
words that make me vulnerable.
words that make me hurt.

i hate to speak
the words that need to be said.

I wish I could say you don't matter to me
but these tears in my eyes tell a different story.
This tear, right here, is for the first time we kissed.
The one to follow is for the night I realized
it meant nothing to you.
God, I'm envious of your apathy,
of your don't give a **** persona,
because it's clear to me that I gave too many *****
to all the wrong people.