it all started when you left me
and i felt nothing 
absolutely unbothered
i wasn’t biased
or hurt
you could never touch me
your words don’t have anything on me
and your actions couldn’t be more meaningless
and as i say this i feel like i dig at myself
like every word i say is a sin
am i lying to myself?
do you mean something to me?
did you actually get under my skin?
do i still care?
did i ever stop?
what does all this mean?