i cannot make you love me.
yet i cannot pretend not to notice.
your cold gesures like wax museum personas.
i could never be as great as you.
i have let you get under my skin, into my heart
sending tears out the spout
of my teapot eyes........
its like amanda said,
sometimes people just dont like you,
even if you bake them cookies.
too bad i already did.
you wouldn't like them anyway.
so i gave them to someone who loves me back.
thanks mom,
you're welcome.
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