mardi, janvier 25, 2005

A Poem for Quitters

I don't want to know so much
about your life
who you are
what you think
how you fold your shirts
what kind of soap you use
the color of your eyes at twilight
that secret smile you have
when you're trying not to laugh
how you feel when someone
yells at you
whether you are a good friend
or a bad friend
how many times you've been drunk
who you've loved before
the kind of lunches they served
to you in middle school
because if I know these things
and I know who you are
and I love you
but you don't love me back
my heart will break
it's breaking
no, it already broke