By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 8 August 1999

Not You...

I hate how you didn't come surprise
   visit me at graduation
(You didn't even care to call to say
     Congradulations)

I hated how at the clubs,
   all summer long,
the guy from behind, was never you.

I hate how you're not the one
   I'm sneeking out to see 
in the middle of the night.

I hate that he's the one 
   holding me and not you.

I just hate how he isn't you.

But most of all,
   I hate how I pretend 
that he is.