You get a sense of things after a while.
I should have known; I am no boy.
I knew you did not love me.
I was a good idea.

You want to talk.
Not now! God, not now!
Leave me alone with my fantasies,
With the mannequins I meet

Who give nothing save a little forgetfulness
But take nothing save a little time.

I did not tell you for I did not know.
You did not tell me, I wouldn't hear.
I heard your inflection, a hundred times.
You wanted to please me.
Don't you know I hate people who want to please me?
They are the killers.
God, yes, they are the killers!



By James Kavanaugh -- From Sunshine Days and Foggy Nights