mon amie (5/3/09)

indeed, I was so very wrong
about you
right about all the wrong things
and vice versa.
I always viewed you
in the most literary manner
so, it’s a shame that
I recall you always
spelling things wrong.
so very naive yet
with such a sharp wit,
your inexperience
countered by
your intuition.
so right you were.
I underestimated you.
yes, how very different
things could have been.
I guess I will
have to lament
never seeing you on my bed
with a blue flannel shirt
on your dove-white skin.
a beauty that
I alone could appreciate,
one that you
would deride.
because of my nature,
I would steal you away.
your knives would grow dull
and your passion cold
you’d turn to vanity’s mirror
and everyone would ask
“whatever happened
to baby blue?”
and they’d say
“she fell in love
with a bastard.”
so sorry, I suppose
for misjudging you
it’s too late
and too cheap
for it to matter to you anymore.
so I guess
I’ll tear these pages
out of my book
and drink this tea
and go back to thinking
that you’re a lesbian.