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his infatuation, not mine
by Cymbre DolphayI didnÂ’t put me up on a pedestal
that was all you boy
donÂ’t hate me for not loving you
IÂ’m not your cross to burn
certainly not a burden to bear
donÂ’t make me more
than I can handle to be
you donÂ’t get that IÂ’m less
will you jump off for me
into the abyss of craziness
is my painfully tragic death
going to make you weep
like you knew me oh so well
I am too dizzy to breathe
you are too straight to comprehend
this affection you profess
is a whole lot of hormones
pointing you in my direction
my rejection is nothing more
than my heart telling your testosterone
“There’s too much of you
and not enough of him.”
06/20/2003 Author's Note: and I dedicate thee to the pain in my cheek...ow
Posted on 06/21/2003
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