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being infatuated with you is a lonely state

with me being the fish and you the bait

I physically ache deep down

I feel like an idiot, a fool, a clown

this feeling I know I must keep to myself

though I wonder what you are thinking right at this

very moment

are you thinking of me, my eyes, my face,

my smile, my laugh, or like me are you thinking

of our first and what seems like our last goodbye

I must be crazy to think about you all the time

Hell, I'm so screwed up inside that I can hardly make

this farce of a poem rhyme

I say your name over and over

just to hear the sound of it on my lips

what's wrong with me

why haven't you called?

Is it my unruly hair , crooked lower teeth, or much

too wide hips?

maybe this attempt at a poem will help me get a grip on myself

I'd probably be better off if I just put my runaway

thoughts of you up on some shelf

will you call me at the week's end

I ask myself this over and over again

I'll know by then I suppose if I have indeed been

heard

I love you........... or at least it feels like its love....

(written Sept 3,1987)