And it's not you--
it almost
(almost)
doesn't matter who you were

it's the fact that I
wasn't enough
what I had to offer
wasn't enough

(even though
i thought i had
offered him my
whole heart and soul)

Who could scorn a gift like that?

His refusal makes me scorn it myself.

And one can never offer a gift
once scorned
to another
for its inferiority
has already been established.


It is sobering to realize
that the value of my heart has been
carefully considered
and then discarded.

And it's not you--
it almost
(almost)
doesn't matter who...

but maybe in another world,
you'll share your secret with me

and I'll know.

and he'll stay.

06/06/2002

Posted on 06/06/2002
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