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there are no gaurantees
there are no alibis
there are no certain hours
for this thing called Love

there was once a time when
you said, "i love you"...but
they stopped coming to me. . .
and now she hears them day . . . by . . . day

as soon as my body stops aching
i'll reach down to the floor and . . .pick up
my heart, trampled on by your. . .
dirty . . .smelly . . .sneakers

i'm out of tears
so i'll let the rain cry for me
is that too selfish? taking up every
drop of water on the earth and using
them as my tears that i painstakingly
cry for you? do you understand my
confusion? my thoughts? my mind? my life?
and, especially, do you understand me?

there are no rules
there are no games to be played
there are no answers for my questions
except that you can take you
"i love you"'s and your
dirty . . . smelly . . . sneakers
and my unanswered questions
and go and break her heart.

March 1995