I think about tonight and wonder why
I had ever been in love with a man
Of his type--responsible, mature, smart,
Versatile, and a good leader...who drinks
A lot and cusses a lot, and I guess
Tonight had just made me lose all my mind
And respect for him and regret having
Given it to him. He was wild last night.
I regret having done the things I did
Just so he'd say, "Hey, she's quite apt for the
Job!" And I regret feeling the way I
used to feel, which made my feelings go 'round.
I just don't like the way he is. He's of
A strange culture I cannot adapt to.
Musicophilia
Picture taken from the wall of The Mind Museum at BGC. The blog name "Poetophilia" was inspired by Oliver Sacks' book Musicophilia.
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