Free Formed Guilt
once again, the time crawls by as i lay awake hoping to catch a glimpse of some utopian image of love and life's other natural drugs.
this time i am haunted by thoughts of you.
i do not miss you.
i do not need you
i cannot want you.
but i cannot deny that i have hurt you.
its ironic that my maneuvers of evading heartache have caused one so much pain.
I do not wish to apologize, you will not accept it.
i have no interest in the notion that urges us to patronize and as a result antagoniz