June 22, 1993

241. Simply...

The words of the poet can run so deep,
Make eyes water with tears,
Make hearts love over hundreds of years,
Yet sometimes I feel my poetics
Mean not a thing to you,
So I offer you a plain, simple phrase
To let you know how I feel...
“If you love me so much,
     Why must you hurt me so bad?”

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