997 Just Prose And Not A Poem Poem by V F

In love even a small grain of sand is enough to start a sandstorm and soon.. things gets blown out of proportion for seemingly innocent acts..

.... just as when you fool around with others....

I know you are not mine, I also know that what you do is perhaps harmless fun - a distraction for you in your perhaps hellish day. But how do I even begin trying to console myself. The intensity and depth of my feelings frighten me.

I get passionately jealous, and for all my understanding, turn into a pimply adolescent agonising over puppy love. Honest, at such times I wish I was as before for it is then that I realise why Ignorance is truly blissful.

I begin to have serious doubts about you. My confidence plummets to minus ten thousand degrees below zero and I am emotionally reduced to a mess.

(25 Aug 2001)