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I'm disconcerted

do you know what that means

I know and it doesn't mean beans

I thought we had something special but I was wrong

you don't know nor care that I've now loved you two days long

you're hard but you are so special

just what am I to you

do you know

will you tell me

I sincerely doubt it

I care for you as more than a friend now

but I'll never let it show

Tonight I was hurt

you could not see

you were not alert to the true feelings in me

I am so very afraid

how can love be made

I need a magic bottle of it to pour all over you

then maybe you would love me just a little

and not leave me alone in these feelings and place

so new

I re-enact every conversation I've had with you in my mind

trying to figure out all that I said wrong

and all that was somehow left behind

I can't even eat because I feel so very low

knowing right now for some other girl you're probably

putting on your I THINK WE COULD BE MORE THAN FRIENDS show

It's not fair I always seem to fall for the wrong sort of guy

and for this I want to know why

this poem written so far has taken some of the load off my chest

maybe now I won't cry myself to sleep but just get some much needed rest

Melissa

(written Oct 8,1987)