i
once thought i was in
lo-
ve.
now i think,
it was just merely the
list of things i grew to expect
(!)
out of the man and
his pride,
for his car to be clean,
for his mother to be sweet,
for his sheets to be new,
for his bills to be vast,
and his past to be cruel.
i have forgotten,
the passion of
lust,
the secrecy of
frivolous things,
like adoration,
candor,
glances lost between
the fall.
i have been disappointed.
again, and
again.
