Communication is so last season

no, I won't talk to you  
I won't look at you but for when    
you're talking to me  
because I know  
I'll slip  
   
and you'll catch me like you always do  
and I'll lose    
again  
when there's so much to keep my eyes on  
so no  
I won't talk to you  
   
and I won't watch you    
as you play and smirk  
reveling in who you are  
and all you are to her  
and him    
and them  
   
and I don't care that you only check me    
in your periphery  
my little logic is  
at least you checked  
   
I have a laugh of a life to run  
so no  
I don't have time to wonder if  
you mapped the weights    
of sensations you sent  
down my spine  
with every    
single  
word  
spoken    
into the nape of my neck  
how I heard nothing but surf from everyone  
but you    
for days  
   
I won't look  
simply hide behind my eyes shut  
and whisper with lying lips    
under frozen fingertips    
as you travel these planes  
like you've been here before  
   
and no  
I won't    
talk  
to you