Typical.

I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you’re not around,
And the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
Not even close…
Not even a little bit…
Not even at all

I find the greatest satisfaction in not pledging loyalties.
I'm flighty.
Unfocused.
Self-interested.
Abusing.

But, it's really just rare that my attention is held, past the three seconds.

Maybe that's why everything fell apart in such blazing impossibilities.

Impossibilities. Things we didn't believe would happen.
They did.

Shrug.

There's someone new.
I keep them at arms length.
As, I do most.
The people that are closest don't have any direct stake in my life, usually.
I'm afraid of their judgement.

But, there's still the same beat within me. Fun, caring, if just jaded.
I admit:
Self-Interested.

Do you feel melancholy?
I don't.
I can't be tied down. Not for long, too long.
And, that's why I had to go.

I have someone new.
Keeping them at arms length, just as I should have you.
Happy Valentines Day.
God Bless.