By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 2 April 1999

I Played The Part

I heard you whisper some thought,
A bit of sexuality,
And all the fantasy you could
Into my ear.

The emotion,
 The deep eccentric feelings,
  Your fears and sacrifices,
   They all go to "her."
The "her" that is not me.
  The "her" that can be found
 In the corner of a bar at 3am
Searching her purse for loose
   Change to buy another scotch.

You show all you find with-in your self.
    The love you think no one deserves.
   The affection you think is bullshit.
  The intelligence you think is stupid.
    The inside which you hide so well.

After all, you say, who's she gonna tell?
   I'll never see her again.
   She'll never remember me.

Well, I remember the night when
   I played the part of "her."

And, I realized after all this...
  Maybe I'M just too good for YOU.