10.12.2003 :::
All In, With a Pair of Twos
We've discussed these issues,
So many times before, and nothing,
So why now, because of the summer evenings.
When for once I wasn't there, neglecting you.
It wasn't my intention. I know it's real.
Plastic things don't upset the ways
Real things do. We've hurt each other,
Though you get it more than I,
Because I did know, always have known
I would no be good enough, therefore,
You were made, subconsciously not
Good enough for me. The number
Of words I written about you number
Thousands, too bad twenty of them
Give you the final message. I wish
You'd remember all the rest.
1000 Rights don't undo a single wrong.
I won't take anything back, because
I meant it, I'm not a liar, though to
Have to conduct myself through posts
On a unmoving web, it's what I'll do.
I can't imagine, after everything,
All those I've outlasted, All the stupid
Things I've done, you let me outlast.
I guess the straw broke the camels back.
::: posted by Matthew at 10:01 AM
