I knew this was going to happen.
Here I am sitting across the room
thinking about how I swore I wouldn't care
thinking about my ignorance.
while you talk of her rarities
"She doesn't talk like a woman."
"How does a woman talk?"
"I don't know, like you."
Great. Wonderful.
I thought I could do this and
remain detatched.
But time and experience
are the ultimate tutors
and what I have learned is
that I don't really know myself
I don't really know what I want
but I do know it seems I get
nothing.
So, you know, I talk like a woman
and she talks like your woman,
it's ok. I can stay distant
This thing with you and I...
never should have happened.
Am I attached? No.
But there is still this weirdness
and I told you it would happen.