Numb

Okay, so, I had a pretty shitty weekend. Of course, it's because of a girl, it's always because of a girl. Now, this particular girl has always encouraged me to write, because she's all into the arts herself. So anway, had a bad weekend, female related troubles, and I actually found myself wanting to write about it, which I haven't done for a long time. So I wrote about it, and I felt somewhat better. Ain't that some shit? Anyway, bit of background; the weekend going poorly was her choice, though it's complicated; she thinks I'm not emotional, which is true; but she also thinks that what she did didn't particularly bother me, which isn't true. So, uh, I wrote this. Man, I'm expressing myself through poetry again. I hope this isn't a throwback to Ze Whiny Age. Also, the more I read this the less I like it, so I'm gonna post it now before I dislike it so much I won't display it.
Anyway,Numb
There’s a difference between strong and numb
I can hurt and remain dumb

Emotions are tricky, unstable, unpleasant
Generally speaking, better avoided
I turn to go and you stand there
I try not to crumble beneath your stare, try to speak
Worlds in your eyes,
Words in my throat
But banality fills the air

There’s a difference between pain and anger
I can feel pain without rancor.

I’m not a man to bitch and moan
I don’t shed tears, yelp about pain
So when the time has come to go
I’m afraid I cannot let you know, anything except
I’m sorry
Walk away
Don’t look back.

But don’t think because I don’t break down
I didn’t care.

There’s a difference between desire and deed
It’s about what you want, not what I need.