Thursday, June 29, 2006

Hurt Me

If you're going to leave,
make it mean.

Tell me what you don't like about me.
Tell me why you don't want me.

Make it hurt.
Kick me in the stomach with your words.

If you don't hurt me,
then I can't hate you.

If I can't hate you,
I can't get over you.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

You Exist

That night was the first time I saw you.

That night was the first time I stood beside you.

It felt like we were already a couple.

I had to remind myself that we weren't,
that you already had someone in your life.

But it was enough that you exist.
Your presence in the world gave me hope.

There was at least one man in the world who
Could somehow make me feel more like myself.

I didn't have to be with you.
I just felt better knowing you were there.

But now you're here.

If you're not going to stay, I'd rather you'd never have come.

I was content to know you exist.

That was enough.