"Are you in love with me?"
"Not anymore," I lied.
"Good. I told you right from the start. Don't fall in love with me."
"It's kind of a pointless thing to tell someone."
"How long have we been doing this? Six, seven years?"
"Somethin' like that."
"Why do you put up with me? I treat you like shit."
"Do you mean to treat me like shit?"
"No."
"I see way beyond your shit."
"Not anymore," I lied.
"Good. I told you right from the start. Don't fall in love with me."
"It's kind of a pointless thing to tell someone."
"How long have we been doing this? Six, seven years?"
"Somethin' like that."
"Why do you put up with me? I treat you like shit."
"Do you mean to treat me like shit?"
"No."
"I see way beyond your shit."
posted by Black Egg at 10:11 PM
2 Comments:
ahhh.... yes. this sounds oh so familiar.
how are things? i like the post after this one. poetry is great.
Yeah, your recent post came to mind when I was writing it. This was a real conversation, of course.
Things aren't bad, thanks for asking... getting better at work, but I haven't been able to sleep for the past two nights.
And thanks re: the poem.
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