THE LAST POEM BEFORE I FINALLY CAN GO TO SLEEP AFTER TALKING TO YOU ON THE PHONE AND MAKING YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT ME BECAUSE I'M SMOTHERING YOU AND I NEEDED TO HEAR SOME THINGS AND YOU TOLD ME BECAUSE I ASKED YOU BUT IT WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH AND YOU'RE STILL UPSET ANYWAY BECAUSE I'M AFRAID THAT YOU'LL FIND SOMEBODY ELSE WHO DOESN'T BOTHER YOU AT 3:00 IN THE MORNING:
I love you |