Oct 13, 2005 22:16
"The Irishman and the Scottsman" By Jae Branson.
I don't imagine
that these two could possibly have any less in common
But there are some striking similarities
to whit:
You know who you are
It's just too bad that I got to know it too
All that intimate history for free
But not to me, never you.
And I refuse
to be explained away
constraining not to complain
but none are to blame
in these sticky situations
I have no shame.
I admit you're a great first date
on opposite sides of a short stick
but in the end you're a shitty friend
and we just can't make it fit.
So Fuck you anyways
thanks for all the memories
And just in case I never told you
or in the event I never see you again,
Thank you.
Thank you for reaching to hold my hand
in the cold car on some ungodly am
drive home when we had nothing to talk about
and extra special thanks for the last time
and every time that you remembered to pull out.
valentine,
writing,
sex,
poetry