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?”
Tease
3/8/10
Does she want me to lye awake, seeing
Her image on the backside of my lids?
She says she will come with me
Leads me to believe in that which Hurts.
Not love, not emotional investment.
Wants and needs that run rampant
in a lonely man.
She doesn’t come, she doesn’t stay
She goes to another place to lay.
With other people for which I should not care.
What she does by getting my attention
And then leaving as if she didn’t…
