Losing Touch

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Improv 2002

What am I to do with you?

What more can I say to you?

Nothing.

It’s worthless,

hopeless.

I can tell you I care,

but you don’t.

My words,

go in one ear,

and out the other.

You just sit there,

motionless.

No reaction at all to me.

Do you not want to believe the fact,

that there might be someone out there,

that actually cares about you?

Does that scare you?

Or maybe you just don’t want to,

cause you are unable to care yourself.

I’m through with this.

I can’t take your shit anymore.

No matter how hard I try,

you just shoot me down.

So find someone else,

cause I’m through with your pity party.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 6-30-02. It's my 168th improv.

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