wicked, wicked, wicked, women

maybe it's just today, but attitudes and putting feelings on the line for trivial things. mustering up offences to take offence to. it's just been so much easier to just stay out of. don't get involved because what you do has effect and often you won't be able to control it. doesn't matter what you said or what you meant but how she felt. feelings drive us and those with the stronger feelings have the stronger case. so don't have any feelings, as a last resort, and watch as your heart sucks up inside of itself and then just dream about empty buildings and ghost schools where no one means anything. so we don't haggle, so what. i know so what. you thought, should i ask. you built up your courage by taking offence if we didn't. you lined up questions that only made sense. i told you no. you hoped to back up your question with your solid answers. you weren't ready for me not caring. i watched as your emotion boiled you over. your face got red and your jaw shuddered and you spit out your final proofs. but i wasn't even about to try to appease you and tell you my attempts at why we don't haggle. you were already too worked up. you were already prepared to win. i wasn't going to play. storm out of here, lady. you just broke yourself. and i let you. something wicked in me wanted to watch you. wanted you to feel that way. you of stubbornness. quick to anger, quicker to anger others. build up the tension in my shoulders with your emotions. draw me in and laugh as i suffer your fate. i wouldn't do that if i was you.