For reasons I think, of insecurity and sheer paranoia, I have come to the conclusion that so in forth: you are in pitty of me. Things come clear in the head of disortence. I feel the aggression and barrier and feel the force pushing away at me. You're conclusive reaction to all words and actions from my part are reactions in the negative fashion. You don't emote the true nature of any word. But, in each sentece and each deep cut of ignorance towards me burns at the white hot intensity of a iron pike stabbing my heart. You ignore and turn your ear to hear a friend, a true campanion. Leaving me talking to my soul. Walk away and ignore my touch. As I slowly implode inside. We had moments, but all hollow and staged to make me look the fool. I looked in the pools of your eyes and found my heart, but as you stared back, I could see the desperate-ness to retain a distance. Your cold responses sting the ears and batter the brain as I slowly analyze the circumstances. I ponder in the nights, as your image haunts my mind. Leave, and never return, I'd rather suffer alone than with cold hollow love.