remembering myself

Insinuations are such terrible form
and we promised not to be honest so brutally.
Perhaps you're ignorant of the fact I'm torn
between love and hate and insane jealousy.

A mistake it was to let myself love
Even understanding we were only friends
The friendship I gave you somehow took advantage of
and my caring hurt me in the end.

Not to worry, though, I shall forget you soon
for my reality's one of mere convenience.
And presently I expect the love of one who
Simply sees the things you bade me confess.

Freely I gave the love you attacted,
(but I smile) for freely I'll take it back.
katie 1/99

For those of you who know me, and what this is supposed to be about, I took some liberties with the truth on this one. . . it's more fun that way. *winks*

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