Questioning

There you go again

You think you can get to me

but you can't.

I’m impossable.

Isn't that right?

I mean, it's not like I listen to your every word

until what you say drowns out

my own thoughts.

It's not like I care

when you smile in my direction

and my heart leaps until I realize

you’re looking right past me

It's not like

You make my heart full

and empty of emotion

all at once.
And you think I care about you

but I don't.

I’m impassable.

Isn't that right?

I mean, it's not like I wait up into the night with

my phone in hand

hoping you'll call

even though I know you won't.

It's not like

I want to be with you all the time

and listen to your voice sing your favorite songs

and love you until it hurts

for both of us to let go

because I don't.

That would be silly.

Isn't that right?

This poem is about: 
Me

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