“NUMBER ONE” 16 Dec 01

Love is on the high street
and every television set
the lie drips on Sunday evenings
in one bedroom flats
across a cathode ray nation

Apartmentalised,
every word is the search
for true love
the love that does not lie
for every love lies

for when they say
“I love you”
the lips speak
what the heart cannot mean
for “I love you”

means they love
not being alone
not what you want
not a chance
not wanting whats best for you
but what best for someone else

whats best for themselves

for they love what you give them
not what they can give to you
and that is not love
it is selfishness
just like all of us look out

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