it's crazy how i log on t see whether there's anything new,
i think i visit you like a few times a day.
and i don't even know why.
like how you get under my skin all the time,
how i get so exasperated and pissed off with you.
how i don't understand how someone can be so guarded and yet so open.
how you're so contradictory and yet consistent.
fuck i'm even speaking in juxtapositions.

the medium of cyberspace provides a cover for any developments.
you scream bad news and i concur.
but screw it, i'm a goner.

hang on, wait up and back off.
i shouted myself hoarse.
those days were filled with exhaustion but satisfaction.
i knew you were around somewhere somehow.

fuck emotional attachments.
miss wham, bam and thank you maám.
i see no point in hanging around after the deed's been done.
before you judge me, shut up.

in diplomacy 101, they teach me the importance of building bridges,
but baby, you're burning them down before i'm done.
and i'm walking away with singed fingers.