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my memory serves me far too well

most times its accurate and that can be

complete hell

what is there left to tell

on to the ground my heavy heart just fell

it's now wallowing around in the mud and dirt

maybe if I have any luck about me the filth will

hide any and all hurt

to compare love to sex

is like placing the premeditated in to the same

category as reflex

I can see you're back up to your same old tricks

let's face facts

you don't own me

love and our friendship do not mix

the concept just doesn't chill

we were stupid to think we could handle this

on our own free will

we lacked the commitment and love to be full fledged

over kill

even though now we are barely friends

this hungry thing between us is like a monster and

a soap opera

it's never completely fed and it never ends

we had a tempestuous passionate interlude of sorts

and in all honesty we have to admit that neither of

us were very good  sports

to lose your friendship over something so silly

as thought to be love was never my will

anyway, I'm sure after reading this almost liable

poem of mine

of me, you will have finally had your fill..........

(written Jan.21,1991)