irony is what i think of you...

sideways shifting through the shadows, time like a cat sneaks by and pretty soon i turn around to see that nothing tangible of you remains. slowly i have recreated my universe and it turns only around myself now. it's funny because i remember being the one to tell you that we all act selfishly and always do, even if we are stretching out helping hands we do so because it brings us rewards. i remember telling you these things before i gave myself up and tied the strings you pulled around my wrists and ankles.