For every girl that you have ever loved;
Every one who returned your gaze
or felt your warm, strong touch-
there is a page in your notebook.
There is a poem,
a poem for each-
each girl that your heart has lingered upon.
Lyrics for your desires.
Memories of them; fantasies.
There are plain and illustrious words;
commonplace and fantastical scenarios.
For each and every lover;
for every heartstring pulled-
there is a page in your notebook;
a poem for each girl.
For Nikki, Amanda, Ally, Scarlett- God knows!!
But none for me.
Victoria has read every word
has cherished every flourish and sentiment
Her heart has lingered on him-
strings have been pulled-
and a notebook full of poems of him.
Poems of Mark-
Mark's eyes and gaze-
demeanor, his tone and touch-
each teasing, every neglect, every elation.
There is a poem in my notebook
for each and every moment you gave.
Scarlett, Ally, Amanda, Nikki- don't wonder; don't care.
Don't linger or falter.
You and your damned beautiful poems!
Recording every wanton jealousy!
Are your words- systematic?
Do you feel that eratic pulsating-
Do you breathe them, drink them-
like you claim in ambrosiac words?!
Is your spirit bled through the ink?
I wonder if it is so dilluted that it can't
hear a kindred spirit screaming, crying, waiting,
no more remorse.
I can't muster anymore lingering
heartstrings
I don't care.
You beautiful, blind, monster.
I love you.
I loved you.
I don't care.
You don't exist.
Good bye.
And take this notebook.