Pretentious Air

We are spinning webs of 
pretentious words.

It landed up going nowhere,

Those insensitive feelings

Emotions running through my spine,

Reflections, in the broken window, staring back at me

It is unfortunate that we cannot continue this,

Still there is a pretentious air
in the way you presume I care.

Those feelings within the broken window,
Paint them black,
Fade them away,
leave them be.