I'm sick of writing about you.
Conveying my feelings
to strangers
in rhyme and stanzas.

I'm tired of being confused
Needing something...
anything
to create some mental pause.

I'm sick of feeling
like a fool
putting the best of me
out there
for you to dissect, critique,
measure worth of.

I'm sick of getting angry
over hesitations
Just say it
Just once
Let me hear it
Is it your death?
In saying you love me?

10/16/2001

Posted on 09/20/2002
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