Special

"Sorry. I don't believe in the--personal--boundaries!"

"I know you don't, freak. I went to highschool with you!"

I told Finley a secret tonight.
One I've been afraid to tell.
I'd tell you, but you're too preoccupied to notice
given you don't really exist
given you don't have the time.

I couldn't tell anyone else,
it was tell him or explode,
and, as usual, you weren't listening.






Sometimes,
I hate feeling alone.

So many people think they are,
say they are, and aren't. So many people.
I hate those people.
I hate the opportunities those people reap for lying that they're like me,
because they mostly aren't.


Watching those people be loved
by people I love more than I'll admit
breaks my deep and given heart.


People like you,
who will not love me the way I love you
break my heart.




And you don't care,
anyway.





















After all, I can't drive...