A Way For You To Know Me

my cigarette carton smells like gum like my mothers bag when i was young. the cicadas are hidden in the bushes as if surrounded by the dwell of freedom which follow me throughout the country. i prefer the houses far from me and the floor boards wooden as the dust that collects is far better than the glass floors that collect crust. does whispering reveal to me the hidden truth? then does yelling over the loud thumping music inform me of everything i wished to know about you? sometimes i wish i didn’t then you’d save me the trouble of having to find a new you. you never cared to know me as i did you. you hurt others because they hurt you you cheat others because cheating is a rush for you. you’d made me feel special because life was not so simple for you. it hurt me at first but i won’t hold it against you. if you ever truly cared, you’d know i see things you don’t see feel things you will never feel experience life in ways you would despise but that’s okay. i live my life in my own way and i’d hoped your way is desperately despicable as my life is satisfyingly simple.