Tuesday, April 27, 2004

Second post today. What can I say? Things have been off the wall. Here's a poem to keep you busy, competely composed out of break up excuses . . . .

Fifty Ways To End Up Alone

This isn't working out
We're drifting apart
We've changed
You've changed
I've had a change of heart
My career comes first
You can't rely on me
I'm sick of your consuming codependency
I'm gay
I'm bi
Confused? So am I
I'm just looking for some closure
My love just . . . died
We're too young to settle down
We're too old to play games
I hate to say it, but I don't remember your name
If we'd only met sooner
You waited too long
We've been too busy
The spark is gone
Consider the future
It's for our own good
We haven't been talking as much as we should
We're not clicking
You've been drinking
My biological clock is ticking
I've been thinking that it's time to go about our separate ways
I can't bear your drug addiction
We don't share the same convictions
Gotta face the facts - accept that love can't live in yesterday
You sound like my mother
You act like a child
Your tastes in the bedroom are a little too wild
I faked it every time
We have no chemistry
You're frigid
You're flaccid
It was NOT good for me
I'm fed up with creditors and paying your debt
You make me wish that we'd never met
I've found someone better
My love's gone astray
We're packing for Rio and running away
You're not my true soul-mate
I'm not your prince charming
Your sexual history is truly alarming
It's no big surprise, but three strikes and you're out
In that case, I can see there's no alternate route
This isn't the way that I thought we would end
But when its all over, can we still be friends?

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