6.13.2009 Disinterested I'm upset We were so excited to talk tonight and that's all I did, was talk--about you because you're imperfectly consuming. Happy for our closeness, Sad for the distance-- For the distance home I wandered wondering about you. Disinterested, Consumed. Asking without asking When would we resume. Ok: I cleaned, cooked, played and watched to pass away the dead time. Then it gets late, then we won't talk. But you were just watching a movie, No problem.
You don't feel terrible because you didn't do a damn thing And you don't think so either. I'm the one who feels terrible
I know you know all about it but Sometimes I just don't want to text you back because then I won't feel so terrible when I delete your number and it wont be so hard to never hear from you again and maybe then I won't feel those chills you give me anymore-- the cold ones out of fear, but especially the warm ones out of ecstasy.
Today was so nice, too.
posted by Tazarat @ 5:21 AM