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"I never promised you water-colored lilies,"
your eyes said as they peered over her.
"I never asked you to!"
is what I feel like screaming back,
climbing over her, grabbing your head
with bitter hands, lips pressed against
your ear, my voice filling your head.
At least that's what you let her do to me.
This lonely mass so close to me,
trying to make me go and connect at the same time.
It's not like I wasn't expecting this to end eventually.
But how could I have even imagined something like this?
You let me follow you around, play the part
of some little girl, lost, stupid, and ignorant.
I went in this with a fatalistic idea peering
in the back of my head, but it was you
who set me up to fall.
5/19/02
