By Anastasia Hunt (boobookitty75@yahoo.com)
Date: 2 June 1999

St. Jude?

TODAY
I made the phone call
that made me
finally want
to give up on you
(Not as a person but as a 
"romantic interest")

I guess 
it would have been better
for me 
if I'd 
dropped you when you
threatened to forcibly take me 
clothes shopping 
(on the grounds that I have no 
business dressing myself)
But then I would have more than likely
told you to 
GO TO HELL
(you and your Gap card or whatever)
And then I would have felt bad
 for being harsh
like I always do.

I knew 
I should forget about you
(as best I could)
When you started either 
hitting on my female friends
or slagging them.
Hello, Jerk Store?
Take any returns?

My friends told me, 
"Forget him, he'll only make
you sad, 
the time when he could have 
really loved you is past ,
he's bringing you down,
so forget him. 
He's a lost cause, baby.
He is his own true love."
 
I tried to forget you.
Ask anyone who knows me.
I guess I didn't have the
proper motivation
or
I lacked something to do.
Or, who knows, 
I may have a penchant for lost causes.


Can you blame me
for seeing something like
potential
 in you?