I despise the twisted ways
You used me,
Like every other woman
You've displayed on your arm.
Using lies to get my sympathy,
Knowing nothing but deceit.
What is wrong with you?

You made me tired of dreaming,
Regretful of love,
And confused about loss.
(And yet I ache for more.)

I've been through too much,
To believe in dreams.
And my heart's been broken
Too many times to love.
My life continues, but in this cycle
Of loss.... losing all that I dream of
And all of those I come to love.
What is wrong with me?

Fiesty
2/28/99