it has been so long since everything I've thought in my head I decided to act upon

those daydreams clouding at the math I'm supposed to be focusing on

cliche is as cliche does

all I wanted was a you plus a me, you being the variable and I'm sitting as a lonely one and after the equal sign there would be light and there would be love

yet why,

                  am I sitting here

                                      with the things I've wanted to hear laid before me

                        with no spark

             and no passion

                                       and all the power in the world.

maybe this is what I've wanted. It's foreign being this cruel with so little kindness. I need you to need me to the point that I no longer need you. But with you being the generator of the safety I suppose I need you still.  As long as you are concerned, and I couldn't be bothered I'll be happy.

This is not love, this is attention. A distinct difference I am aware of.

The issue is I don't care.

It's cruel, but baby so is this world. Let me live.