By Michael (hiding under a blanket of embarrassment)
Date: 30 May 2000

Too Much

I don't think enough, I think too much
        and sometimes too little
I don't see enough, I see too much
        and sometimes I see what isn't there at all
I don't give enough, I give too much
        and sometimes I give more than I own
I don't talk enough, I talk too much
        and sometimes I talk about things best unsaid
I don't care enough, I care too much
        and sometimes I care about something that's dead
I don't do enough, I do too much
        and sometimes I do it horribly, horribly wrong
I don't love enough, I love too much
        and sometimes too much, too soon, too much, too late

I'm sorry Evangeline.
I was sure I escaped.
But I'm still in love insanity.
Best wishes with life.

Bye Blenders!
There was never a choice to be made. It was all my vanity.
My melodramatic flair combined with my assumptions. Ass. None of U. Me.
I'm so vain I thought the poem was about me. I'm so vain.
I've been thinking I was talking to her when I was talking to random posters on the board. I've been running around emotionally naked and streaking the internet. I'm feeling unbalanced and I'm leaving here for a while.
My self destruct button has her name on it and I've been pushing it all damn weekend to no avail.
I'll be alright. Its only love after all.
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