By anonymous
Date: 11 March 1999

click

my head aches
when i think of you
and what i'm going to have 
to do now

   anger threatens to spill from my lips
    as i remember what you said
    what i felt
    how i ran 

   fear trembles close to my skin
    as i watch the clock
    and you haven't even called yet 

i'm ready to give up

there are so many ways
i could be happier
   so many people
    could admire my ideals
    the ones you scorn so much

if you'd insulted my hair
i wouldn't be feeling this way
   you hit me much harder than
   i'd ever expected

you have a lot to learn
about what should be said
when you're sharing your bed 
with someone else

tell me i snore
don't tell me my goals are worthless

i think this is unrecoverable
somehow i think you'll be surprised

maybe a poem isn't a good way to tell you

   (i can't do this anymore -
    you know your way out the door)

maybe simple words would be better

   (its over)

how about this.. i'll tell you
in terms you're
sure to understand

 tears didn't seem to break
  through your indifference -
  maybe this will:

   (your com port is hooped
    i can't fix hardware conflicts
    bring it up with your vendor)

*click*