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I don't wish to bully you into loving me

but if I must, I must

no matter how or by what means

foul, fair or unjust

for you have somehow taken hostage my heart

and not just my lust

to the point where I'm so utterly filled by

your presence that I'm near to about bust

a million scattered shards of pent up hope

keep just a snail's pace ahead of my pitiful

pride

when in mortal defense I said I take it back

all that I previously confessed

you had to have known that to you I lied

more so though to myself than simply just to you

for the sad condition of my junior high school

emotions in this area of social contact is far

from that of being new

its rather quite old in a dreamer like endeavor

I'm a pretty witty gal but when it comes to men

I lack what it obviously takes to be considered

adept let alone clever

I am a novice yet

who has played the game maybe just a little too

long

and if I could somehow write my self an,

'Until Death Do Us Part' way  out of this suffocating

crunch

I'd be more than happy to admit that I'm wrong

but that is not to necessarily say that you in the

last closing end were solely right

but at least we'd be as one or end up together for

more than just a handful of nights............

(written July 26, 1993 am)