swinging by the seat of my pants
for the love of a friend
if true, would it feel this emotionless?
to look to your eyes and feel no guilt
to throw it all to the wind
i hate myself for your loss
but did you really loose at all?
maybe instead you gained.
to be loved and still feel empty
incapable of truly loving
didn't they warn you about people like me?
i am the myth that mothers use to frighten little boys
i am the tornado destructing as quietly as a dove
for no reason than pretending that everything is fine
that no matter what i do you will still love me
that my actions bring no consequences
that the love i have is only for myself
mirrored to imitate love for others