And I didn’t know it.
Because he never told me.
Friday, September 10, 1:30 a.m., the loft
HOW AM I GOING TO LIVE WITHOUT HIM?????
Friday, September 10, 2:15 a.m., the loft
I have to be strong. I HAVE to. He LIED to me. He said maybe it was a good idea for us to TAKE A BREAK.
I can’t just let him get away with that.
Maybe writing some poetry
will help.
You thought I gave you up for some
Foolish feminist morals.
You whose head ought to be wreathed
In silver-plated laurels?
For were you not a man?
Was your sex not the best?
Had you not a suit and tie,
Big feet and hairy chest?
Yet you opened up the cage
For my headstrong reckless flight
You thought I’d learn my lesson quick
And return to you contrite.
My freedom found, however,
I disappeared from view.
Maybe I’d catch no one nicer
But anyone’s better than you.
Oh, our love affair was tragic!
I wept with passionate strife.
Till you let me go, and I found out
I prefer the single life.
God, I wish that were all true.
