I’m a little weird…ok a lotta weird but I like it. certain ppl intrigue me, to the point that I just want to get to know their life. I like oatmeal and cream of wheat, you know those old ppl cereals, phone calls in the middle of the night, and 90s cartoons. I fall hard and love harder. I’m afraid of the dark (sometimes). Nerd for aquariums. loner that likes to be around ppl. Etc. etc.

I don’t know you, I can’t say that I really have had the chance.  You bottle up everything but expect everyone else around you to pour their hearts out. 

I don’t know you, I can’t say that you have really tried.  You brush it off as nothing to worry about and so unimportant that the very attempt to talk about it is pointless.

I don’t know you, I can’t say that we are on the same page anymore.  You indulge in things I don’t consider a stepping stone in the direction I want to go and you’re life seems to be content with where it’s at.

I don’t know you, I can’t say that I find a need to stick around any longer.  There is a gap, a void, a distance between us and frankly, I am becoming okay with it.

I don’t know you and for that I know life will allow us to part in time and soon what we had will be but a memory.

Who am I to judge a life when I’ve got flaws of my own