I don't know who it is that you love
that every day you wake up from a dream of
it hurts to think, to know that it's not me
and I can't promise you my undying devotion
you know how reliable that is
but I do promise that every time I read a love poem you write
my insides will twist in pain at the thought
that it is not about me
and just know that every time I write a love poem
- whether intentional or unintentional -
it is about you

11/25/2001

Posted on 10/25/2004
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