Revisionary

Not unlike any assortment of vacant statements or pieces of paper floating in any gust
You walked in on me changing obsessions
We ate and made impressions
Fuck all this irony

How do I find shelter in ambiguity?
I take showers, walk up and downstairs
You ask how much more or less could you care
Fluorescent lights sucked meaning from words like confrontation and unconditional

It came down to phrases like: In fact, I have a phone
I got myself the fuck home just to discover my written words were implicit proof of my insecurity
Showering didn't help, neither did the stares
You ask how much more or less could you care