a sting of sadness

your suspicion
your story-telling mind
have got me hurt

but i’m taking all the blame
how often have i fed your head
with the wrong images of me
playing with them,
mixing them up, to the point
where the wrong became
somehow right

i wanted to see
if you’d crack

and you did,
of course you did
you were as weak as
i was

acting like cattle
breaking through the fences
whose teary eyes were there?

didn’t matter

we’re left ashamed of
of having ever thought of
our gastronomical beings
to each other

we’re strangers,
to make it all easier

with that i’ll leave you

Friday December 1, 2006 – 07:44pm (CST)

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