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By Savannah Haze Date: 2001 Jun 10 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.10.19.35.3500]] |
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i pour out my heart to you and you turn away. all insecurities are on display for you to ridicule discuss pity and perhaps, in the end, identify with. still, you do not listen. two years we've known each other. wait, wait, that's almost funny, in that sick way that we are funny. you've had every chance to know me, to know all of me. i cleaned the webs from the darkest corners of my heart and mind so that perhaps you'd think i was pretty. but you never appreciated it. never even acknowledged my labor. you could have at least given me my allowance. now, now here's the funny part. two years and it just hit me while i was sitting here that i don't know you at all. i know you less than the man on the corner of 12th and Mitchell. (you know, the one you won't let me give a quarter to.) i know all of your habits and none of your fears. all of your favorites (because i gave them to you on a platter!) and God knows all of your dislikes (everything i do) but never never have you considered mine. my sides ache, there are tears in my eyes. how funny. looks like i'm the fool. again. |