Today, being the Sabbath... it is a Cringe day.
This is true, straight-up Cringe too. Written circa 1985, this is written... gasp! For a boy. Here is the pathetic and cringe-ity-doo-dah part (because I still think it's a good poem), I told the dipstick boy I had truly written it for, that I wrote it with his current love interest (read beautiful bee-hatch) in mind, for what she was putting him through. The dipstick I and I were "friends" and I may have even half-believed it at the time.
Yikes.
Cringe.
Bleah.
Crocodile Tears
Your crocodile tears touch me,
and I'm
flattered that you'd care enough
to pretend to an emotion.
5 comments:
I think it's actually a pretty good one.
But your Cringe entries are making me remember that somewhere at my mom's house is a stash of poetry I wrote in high school about various boys I crushed on with whom I had never exchanged an actual word. May they NEVER be found...
Hey, where are my pictures?
Your photos are on the night stand.
I never wrote poetry. I wrote stories. But I did write heartfelt letters to boys I liked.
Oh. My. God.
I soooo remember that.
ack!
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