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By Abogada Submitted by abogadalbny Date: 2006 Jul 08 Comment on this Work [[2006.07.08.20.42.14661]] |
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I despise adoring you I hate checking messages to see if you recall me at all Checking email to see if perhaps you've written (When I know I am bullshitting even myself at that point!) I loathe knowing that With nary a look into my eyes You've rendered me Interested. Because--as those of you playing the home game know all too well- "interested" for a woman is something far more deadlier than the subtle interest of men Oh no, boys, when I am interested, I assure you I am raptured I am taken You've got me, you sorry son of a bitch, and you know it. Forget "showing my hand" Hell, all the cards in the world are flat in your face now. (Good God, let's just have you crawl into bed and sleep with me right now So that we can get to the part where you never call back, already!) I hate it. I laugh as I write it, because I love it, but I hate it, and don't doubt that I do! And this is the essence of life and love, isn't it? This is the part where my heart became so battle-scarred That it became wise. |