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2002-12-26 Missiles
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Book: Castle View Missles
Bruised
I am afraid to tell the truth
What I feel
It always comes back to me
As missiles
Hurled at me in anger
Targeted as examples
Illustrations of misbehavior
Indications of future actions.
Hurt
I swore I'd never reveal to a man
That which went on before
But you coaxed it from me
So I tell you my fantasies
And you see them as realities
I tell you my dreams
And you scold me for not making them goals
Accuse me of settling
When I mention minor obstacles
I tell you my misadventures
And you tell me to own 'em
And I do
But I own the shame as well
The shame that keeps the fantasies in check.
And the missiles hurtling.
You wanted to hear, you
You wanted to hear, you thought it erotic, those that took the path before. But you used it to hurt me when it suited you to judge.REvised edition in available