The Domestic Terrorist

“DEAR JOHN”

We are through. I’m sick of being in this house with you.
We never go out. We always stay in. I don’t know where boredom stops.
And where my life is meant to begin.
When I was young I should have made better choices.
Instead I regret your very existence.
When I was young I could have been someone. I could have had anyone
I could have travelled the world. But I spread my legs.
Wasted my dreams like a stupid little girl. Its time to fix my mistakes. Time to make it right.
I’m leaving you for good this time.

“DEAR JANE”

I want you back. I know things have been bad but I can rescue the good.
I don’t know about you. It hasn’t been the way it should. But I liked the faults you had.
I bet there’s been offers. Phone calls from others. But nobody comes close to you.
You hurt me. You know that’s true.
But I want you to be the one that hurts me. I want you to be true.
We’re growing old and chances are short - we’re running out of time.
Running out of choices. And if anyone hurts me, I want that someone to be you.

02-March-2002

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