As it seems even distancing myself from the blogs
has had no effect, I am entering this note
in response.
r-- You Just cannot stay away. I see your hits.
Is this the little boy in you
that pokes wounded animals with a stick?
What do you think I am going to say anyway?
What great mystery unveiled?
What sort of statement would I make here that "really" concerns you?
Why come by to rubberneck when I do not matter?
I have a simple life...that is what you left me.... (Me and the whopping bill from the IRS.)
I don't go out, I cannot afford to. I pay only what I can afford, the basic bills, which sometimes
leaves me about $20,(if that) in the bank before payday.
I don't believe I want to even think of setting myself up for more hurt
by starting any new relationship, that would be very unfair to whomever they might be.
And as I've come to realize that I am unlucky at love,
avoiding it seems a good idea.
I wonder..I thought I was helping us, instead I was just helping you. I wonder if you feel any guilt, or just celebration? If I had never helped you, I would not owe them a dime right now.
And where would you be? That's a good question.
You sat there and let it happen, knowing in your heart you would not stand beside me. That I was
just a way to get back to where you wanted to go, and you killed time waiting to make
me disappear. Where is your guilt? Where is your conscience?
Oh! That's right...I stole from you...by paying bills we incurred together.
I am such a thief.
That's probably why you keep dropping by.
k
has had no effect, I am entering this note
in response.
r-- You Just cannot stay away. I see your hits.
Is this the little boy in you
that pokes wounded animals with a stick?
What do you think I am going to say anyway?
What great mystery unveiled?
What sort of statement would I make here that "really" concerns you?
Why come by to rubberneck when I do not matter?
I have a simple life...that is what you left me.... (Me and the whopping bill from the IRS.)
I don't go out, I cannot afford to. I pay only what I can afford, the basic bills, which sometimes
leaves me about $20,(if that) in the bank before payday.
I don't believe I want to even think of setting myself up for more hurt
by starting any new relationship, that would be very unfair to whomever they might be.
And as I've come to realize that I am unlucky at love,
avoiding it seems a good idea.
I wonder..I thought I was helping us, instead I was just helping you. I wonder if you feel any guilt, or just celebration? If I had never helped you, I would not owe them a dime right now.
And where would you be? That's a good question.
You sat there and let it happen, knowing in your heart you would not stand beside me. That I was
just a way to get back to where you wanted to go, and you killed time waiting to make
me disappear. Where is your guilt? Where is your conscience?
Oh! That's right...I stole from you...by paying bills we incurred together.
I am such a thief.
That's probably why you keep dropping by.
k
1 comment:
Maybe the rubberneckers are afraid of missing something? I thought their life together was so great! If so, then why do they keep looking at yours? Hmmm?
Love, Mel (an invited guest, not a rubbernecker)
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