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JOURNAL#7 with a heart of stone and eyes like slate
I walk to the other side of the room
to confront my soon to be former mate
who is she and is she the real reason you were
fashionably late
Infidelity bears no apparent fresh fruit to help
inform fate
my breathing slowly shallows out and my heart angrily
accelerates
as his petty lies infiltrate what he so calmly states
he replies, 'she's with me so what do you care?
you never wanted to be with me 'cause you're always
out somewhere"
But it always has to do with my work....
'and my finding solace in an attentive female
I suppose makes me the bigger jerk'
NO, practiced humiliation has always been your
chosen game
'well, at least my companion here remembers my name'
This all has to do with nothing more than male pride
'no, it has only to do with my love and my life
so only I can decide'
And just what is your so called decision?
That by your rewritten rules I'll no longer abide'
and from my fear of losing myself as a man I'll no
longer hide
instead, I'll let my instincts and long forgotten feelings be my guide '
Well, you can be my guest to your faithless self then!
'I believe I will, now why don't you go back to your precious paper and pen.............
( written June 5,1992 am)
