By kate
Date: 27 November 1998

Living room floor

I suddenly wanted him
out of my house.
He hadn't touched me - 
but his scent was all over me
it permeated my skin 
and became locked within.
Inside myself I squirm
to get away from him
or from what he means to me.
He sat on my living room floor 
Needing me to say I love him.
So that he can look at me
like it's the hardest thing
for him to let me down easily
And then drop me like a rock anyway.
Then he can go away happy-
knowing that even when she's come and gone
I'll be around
To make him feel better.
And that it doesn't matter
what he does to me.
I can't hate him - I've tried.
I don't want him to be mine - 
just not anybody elses', either.