Distaste

There's a distaste in my mouth

yet

there's a certain remaining fondness in my mind

from recorded memories

that can never be fictionalized

Hey,

are we friends?

are we are we?

and you, my dear fluffy-haired friend

I can read your message loud and clear

I am not important to you

not really

but that's fine by me

I have other people whom I am important to

who I matter to

who don't

carelessly do

what you do

I'm just...how shall we say?

convenient?

so fucking convenient, aren't I?

like a moldable doll

that never says no

yet always refuses

you can't get close to me

no no no no no no

you'll never get what you want

not until you start caring