July 21, 2001

• My apologies for posting this. There's dozens of great poets on Xanga. I am NOT a poet. I'm just in a very frustrated place today, and spewed out the following in a fit of frustration. Again, my sincere apologies to all real poets, most notably GudKarma, my current fave.
  

  You know my pain
  But you can’t help
  You see me writhe
  But you stay away
  

  There’s logic in there
  Somewhere for you
  I don’t get it, but then
  It’s not my logic, it’s yours
  

  
  

  Is this part of who you are?
  
  Denying what you want,
  What you need, what you feel
  As some kind of self-inflicted pain?

  I want so badly to say
  Fine, inflict pain on yourself
  
  But don’t involve me
  In your masochism

  I want comfort and concern
  But you can’t give it
  Because you’re so attuned
  
  To denying what you need

  If I could look elsewhere
  You know I’d rather
  Some understanding friend
  Bu there is none, for this

  I won’t try to convince you
  That I need you right now
  It wouldn’t help either of us
  I need you, not your pity or guilt

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