By Eric, thenuttman@aol.com
Date: 20 June 2000

To All The Girls I've Been Hurt By Before

I think somewhere in the deepness of disparaging thoughts and tranquil dreams of possible sleepless nights...
Somewhere hidden in my un-trained thoughts and buried, more than six feet below a surface of fragility and naivety...
Below all of this, I learned to fly

And even though it has seemed like a simple journey
through space
and time
and freedom
and fine
and love
and hate
and bitterness
and solitude
and confined
and figurative
and language
and especially love


i made the journey, just as you had before me
i made the journey with the same mistakes
i flew all too near the blazing sun with my wings of wax
my feathers of matchsticks
my skin, brittle paper

i caught flame from you,
the sun, the heavens above,
the tea party below, on the grassy plains was not expecting me
as my charred remains fell swiftly to the ground
i was an uninvited guest
but so were you
uninvited into my heart
into my life
into my soul
and you stole
and you pillaged
and you consumed
and you tore and ravaged
and loved and hated
and painted
and washed your hands in my spirit
and cleansed your feet at the wading pool of my self esteem
you took what you needed and fled with quickness
and a vengeance
as if I had hurt you before

I remember you telling me about him
about his time, and his place...and what he did to you
and then I realize that I was just a punching bag
you saw how easily it would be to walk all over me
and you took the opportunity as if it were your last and only chance

.................*SILENCE*.................

"To all the girls I've loved before"
"Who traveled in and out my door"
"I'm glad they came along"
"I dedicate this song"
"To all the girls I've loved before"

~ last 5 lines by A.L. Hammond and H. David




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