By Crystal
Date: 19 September 2000
No Understanding
I wish I knew why ...we go back and forth,
together,breakup,together,breakup.
You never give me any answers,
just fine lines from your lips.
I wish I knew....you fuck me,
but yet you have her number and address written on a receipt,
at the top of your closet beside a book of poetry I wrote.
Tell me why is this, and why do I pretend not to see it there,
when I know that is what is burning a whole inside of me?
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