Thirty tear-splashed pages My response with runny ink Not us anymore, don't you think? Fire consumed it in a blink
You just left me! Okay, you had a chance You could not pass up For our romance I get that but...
I said someday I'd marry you You threw it right in my face So I'm the non-Greek Catholic geek? Well, stick this in your Orthodox socks You'll never again disgrace This young Irish fool!
Sated, but not happy anymore I am quick out the bed, going home After pleasing another random girl I AM good enough for To see you swish and twirl Through my rattled dome But I hope you sense or know How I just made HER toes curl
How could you say Over a year every day How much you loved me But at the last drive away Like I'm just a roll in the hay?
How could you tell me I'm just for college I'm a temporary smidge That we're not bound to be
You give us short time Then leave for half of it You tell me "Have a nice life!" But you get a pass for it? And I'M that hole kid!? What's that bull*?!
It is just nuts! Am I too poor and not tan? Am I too pale to be your man? So what! SO WHAT!
How could you dis me like that Dismiss me like that And then give an act Like I hurt YOU so bad?
Making it all so breezy You pop up and ask me to visit you 'Cause I have to show YOU something? After telling ME I can't be your Everything! And rolling away like I'm NOTHING! Dancing to your same tune For you, leaving was easy!
Now, Little Rich Girl Write and tell me about your adventures I will listen awhile In lands I dream to see, but cannot be You spoiled child
Tell me how great it is Tell me how your heart is light Tell me it all I want to hear it, right? Yeah. Not a'tall
Tell me where you go While I do the same crap We did back here While I stay trapped Your outgrowing shows
I give up. I'm done. You are NOT the One I'm not writing Even one letter, "My Friend" That I will send
I'm not the stupid kind I see the request to write back Jump through the hoops you stack Maybe you want me back I read between lines
I can hear you again I can sense your smell I see your face, taste your lips...
**** it all to HELL!
Where's my pen?!
The core of this poem was written about 25 years ago this fall. There was someone very special who had knocked me flat, and this somewhat incoherent piece was my reaction to her fist letter since we broke up. I got really drunk that night. I was really po'd....