Thoughts fleeting across paper

So many days have been spent believing that we need to find ourselves in another's arms.
Too many hearts have cracked across the granite of another's gaze.
I am not a person known for wasting my time in frivolous pursuits.
Please contain your pugnacious attitude and naïveté
I am unimpressed by your cocky attitude and blatant disregard for structures of day to day manners.
Elitism is a fault of mine - one I consider a fault and a gift.
Why be bothered by the Bourgeoisie amongst us when the proletariate and I have much more in common.
I have no need for simple love or flimsy attachments.
I'm unimpressed by your crackled decoration and floozie pose.
Please leave me alone in my home full of broken hearts.