so.

i stood.

i watched.

i leaned a little to the side

to catch the speckle that is you

walking out,

unto the path,

or across the grass,

or into the sky

surrounded by clouds.

you.

my goodness.

you.

i played myself.

and what an awful prank.

how many times have you used those lines?

have you got any more tricks up your sleeve,

with those cards,

or is it all in your eye, your chuckle,

damned smiles and twinkling eyes?

stay away from me.

i don't want your words,

because even your hellos

sound like trash you're throwing away.

sweet delicious trash,

i don't want it.

i want to shut a hundred doors in your face,

and i promise that this anger would shatter

glass, splinter

wood, melt

metal.

and i promise that i will keep this anger

far away from you,

because i will no longer seek you out,

and i will tell lies and

i will say that these strings of words

are not for you,

they're not

they're not

they never were, 

and never will be.

i will keep my anger

because you don't deserve it.

you don't deserve anything from me.

you and i are

a waste of time.

stay away, because i will burn.

and it would be sad

if you burned away too.