By chantaldici@aol.com
Date: 27 December 1999

The Prozac Moment

Please don't take this as harsh---
and really, I'm flattered
but are you completely loop the loop?
Love?
You can't be serious!
We've fought like cats and dogs
for three years,
called each other things
that were anatomically unlikely
or illegal in several states,
and one night you look at me
and say "i love you."
Just like that.
Forget that you cannot---
forget that I cannot----
you can't love me,
and you really don't.
Attraction?
Okay maybe.
But that's it.
So I quiver a little
when you fix me with that look.
Who wouldn't?
Shades of Psycho!
And yes, 
I said...
I said...
dammit I said it first.
But that was your cue to run---
to hightail it out of Dodge
and leave me to lick my wounds---
mission accomplished.

But you couldn't leave well enough alone.
You had to say it back,
and even looked like you meant it.
So please get sane----
and I mean now---
because I'm not that firm
where I stand
and temptation is the last thing I need---
even if I said I love you first....