By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 11 October 1999

Real Love

   What we had was real
The shit between my legs
   was just as real as 
my soul
and my mind
and just as real as
   the feelings I felt 
   and the ones I shared.
And they were all just as stupid.

My love for you is just as real
   as the heart that you hold
in the palm of your hand.

   The one I gave to you,
   the one that only beats for you,
   the one that I used to call
     my own...

The heart that, once again, 
will slowly have to learn
   how to beat on its own.