Don't Come Back

Awakened. The night sleep is startled by the bustling of the muffler.

I'm smoking here, do you mind?

Take you gibberish somewhere else, I haven't the time or desire to hear it.

Just don't come back.

Its not like I needed you, I do well on my own.

When I want, I do great, when I do not lack the interest.

It just happens, I don't know why,

I could never control the feelings in my head, but now at least,

I've learned to ignore the ones I don't want to deal with.

I will ignore you, before you ignore me,

I will not be stuck holding my dick in my hand.

I'm out.

Damn.