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God, I've not been around much.
I've spent a lot of time in wilmington
on friday and saturday nights by myself-
not to go anywhere or do anything in particular,
mostly to write, and think, the usual.
I hope none of you blame me
or feel too harshly toward me
For thinking that I could be in love,
or at least, try.
I hope you don't blame me too much
for not being willing to hurt you-
to be the immediate cause of anger or anxiety or sadness
(though I think it seems
I think so highly of myself
that you would be so sad-
maybe you were, maybe not.)
I want someone, an artist.
Someone beautiful and captivating
Maybe, like Linda Porter, I'll fall in love
because of a persons talent.
That's what it takes...
....sweep me off my feet, then.
Maybe we fall in love.
It'll hurt almost as much as being this empty,
Feeling no justifiable enchantment.
"Please, I want a taste of love."