3/8/10
The way she wants to be with me
She shows it with touch and talk.
She asks me to go with her
And then she fucking walks.
She didn’t really want me
The way she acted so often.
She wanted me to want her.
And that’s what happened.
And now I feel some hatred,
Yet I too feel some love.
I say I won’t do it again
But when she asks,
I’ll say, “sure when?”
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