Where did they all go?

They, who?

The nice ones, those who cared.

He was sitting right next to you.

No, he just didn't want to lose me, didn't want to forget what I tasted like. He wanted to conquer, to win. But he didn't know what he was fighting for.

He's always there...

But he's never looking, only assuming. And his assumptions have started to make me cringe. I don't recognize the girl that he sees, and I can feel myself hardening.

But he, and then you...

I leave and want to curl up against a figment of my imagination

mj