i don't care
anymore, that things
have changed.
really. no more mister nice
guy for me.
i'm completely out
of empathy.
that well is dry.
i'm sick of love.
i have no feelings.
i'm totally detached and unencumbered
by the past.
i'm a monk
a buddha
an island, and a rock feels no pain
and an island never
cries.
(okay, stealing that, thank you
Paul)
but i feign strength,
i pretend i have a coat
of armor and that
the heart is safe again,
buried deep
within. no one will ever
get in again.
but it's funny how people see
right through you
and say,
pfffft. yeah, right.
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