Hopelessly In Denial

I can't decide what you are more

irritating or intriguing?

Of course, for me, its both.

I can't stand the sight of you

But I can't stand the absence of you either

And of course,

You don't care.

Not if I think you're 

irritating

Not even if I think you're 

intriguing.

But I don't care, either.

Why should I?

Why would I care

that you don't care?

And

why would I care

that you don't care

that I don't care?

Who cares what you do or don't care about?

Not me!

You voice you're opinion so strongly,

it intrigues me,

piques my interest.

But then

I remember what you don't care about

And you just irritate me.

I roll my eyes

and walk away.

And

of course

you don't notice.

But I didn't really notice

that you didn't notice.

I was too busy not caring.

I walk by and I see

that you're reading my favorite book.

Not like I was paying attention 

to you,

I just noticed the book.

So I went over and mentioned

how much I love it.

You barely notice.

You barely notice,

but barely is something.

It means you did notice

just

an itty bitty bit.

I smile.

But I don't care,

not really.

I barely even noticed that 

you barely noticed.

In fact, I'm paying so little attention

to you

that when I turn around

I don't notice

the gaze in my direction,

the look you give me.

But what does it mater?

I don't really care

Right?