I want to fight for you
to shake you
to make you realize
how foolish this all is
how irrelevant this all is
how wrong this all is.
But you had your choices
you knew your options.
You had many doors to open
and you simply chose one
we could not walk through together.
You knew that when you
opened the door.
I love you
and now
I wish I could hate you.
You have betrayed everything
I thought we stood for.
November 3, 1997
To Come Forth Gradually into Being
8 years ago




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