By slug
Date: 31 August 2000

also untitled

You'll never see the pain
        you caused-
        you'll never see me cry-
        you became such a part of me-
              i feel like some
                          thing has died.
(the days get hot as we grow cold-

                      and rains will wash away...)
only the stars will remind me
  of the times when you almost loved me
          and the way you kissed
            m(y hungry lips)e
                                       but refused to hold me
because absense makes the
       heart grow fungus-

and it doesn't matter what

                    i wanted
         my alterna-boy-rennaisance-man
          is in love with someone else
      and has shut out the rest of the world-
                                    and i'll
                                     (not)
                                  be here waiting.
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