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Saturday, November 25, 2006

Irony

Rubbing my back
Wonder what he's doing
When I crossed the welcome mat
I thought I knew where this was going

I expected tying mends
Laughter and catching up
To go back to being friends
To get back into that rut

I could tell mannerisms changed
Showing he actually cared
I was impressed to see the strange
Making me happy to be there

I thought I knew what he wanted
But this was going against
Had he planned what he started
Knowing I wouldn't resist?

I don't know what it meant
Or if I was a piece of ass
To keep it secret was our agreement
Soiling the good intentions of his acts

But we had been arguing
Using our distance as my defense
Hanging out seemed like the right thing
It was a spurr of the moment event

I had been swearing him off
Refusing to just be his friend
Wanting to still talk, he fought
Convincing me in the end
But I couldn't spill my guts
Like it had been so easy before
That's what was driving him nuts
When he invited me to his door
Not knowing him in person
Is what had made it hard
Accepting my reason
He made his offer
But we didn't accomplish anything
Just left me more bewildered
That night left a sting
On my emotional blood work
Liz Wiseman
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