not that I always answered I was there to hear your stories
not that I necessarily listened I was there to give you love you needed
not that I loved you Yes I was there.
but mostly I was somewhere else My hesitation not evident enough to matter Ignored, stowed away, hidden The secret in the attic Overshadowed by the excitement
Not that it was for you Overshadowed by the thrill of novelty
Not that you were a novel concept So here I am. Criticizing you