this time,
i'm not going to cry

this time,
when he sits me on his bed,
his hand on my knee,
(that gesture of pity)
his eyes glazed and searching,
i will be strong

i've heard these same instructions
countless times:
cease the subtle suggestiveness,
abandon the romantic expectations,
and for the last time
forget the love we made

well, fine then.
this time,
i'm not going to cry

(in front of him)

04/21/2007

Posted on 04/22/2007
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