shallow words.
you tell me everything
about how you ****** up your past,
full of enthusiastic negativity.
i have nothing to say.
so i sit here.
i am hiding from you.
i don't know why.
i hear about her,
and her.
if you love me so much...
i don't understand.
why do i need to know?
the past is behind me.
i don't know them.
if i make you feel so good,
then why do you still hurt?
there is no substance anymore.