2/10/13
you don't have to ask me anymore,
how I'm feeling or what I'm thinking.
it doesn't matter to me
if it matters to you.
but I wonder if you dream of me,
or mistake me for that girl
you saw walking down the street
if you remember as vividly as I did
all the times we used to share.
all the words exchanged,
my way of merely bordering sane.
I wouldn't expect you to.
today you were brought up
from across the table.
and my gut didn't ache
and I simply said,
"I'd rather not discuss it"
and I kept your privacy,
I didn't expect to, but I did.
it's neither my buisness nor his.
nobody ever seems to know
all that has happened between us.
I suppose it's a blessing.
so I went out for a cigarette,
and thought about absolutely nothing.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
2/10/13
you don't have to ask me anymore,
how I'm feeling or what I'm thinking.
it doesn't matter to me
if it matters to you.
but I wonder if you dream of me,
or mistake me for that girl
you saw walking down the street
if you remember as vividly as I did
all the times we used to share.
all the words exchanged,
my way of merely bordering sane.
I wouldn't expect you to.
today you were brought up
from across the table.
and my gut didn't ache
and I simply said,
"I'd rather not discuss it"
and I kept your privacy,
I didn't expect to, but I did.
it's neither my buisness nor his.
nobody ever seems to know
all that has happened between us.
I suppose it's a blessing.
so I went out for a cigarette,
and thought about absolutely nothing.
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