Draining Thoughts

Confidence is building up.
And you are nothing but a number.

We are strangers.
We are electronic fumes.

You won't be around long dear...

Because you will be erased from this phone and mind.

You almost had something you couldn't handle.
Scared?
You should be.

Maybe you will be the line in a song.
If you even get that far in my mind.

So now I'm washing you down the drain.
With all those stupid little messages.
And all those unexpected smiles.

Float away in the water you have poisoned.

Carefully plot your next plan.

But beware.
Most of us are aware.