I wrote a letter
That had nothing
Of me in it
I had a phone call
That had even LESS
I am not myself
With you
Except when we
Are in a dark room
We laugh together in the light
(because we know this)
So don't think we are just friends
1) you know it isn't true
2) you can't stop thinking about the dark room
You can deny it til 2000 but
You won't push it away
(you do push me away)
I write this poem
that has nothing
to do with the
Letter
That I spoke of
Earlier
This is me
And that is true
shut up, friend.
Monday, July 13, 2009
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