girl I bet that you
were messy
as a child
I can see the dirt
under those
porcelain finger-nails
and how you'd
never pick up
your toys,
your reputation
proceeds you
but now you're
scattering the boys
and finger-painting
on my paper frame
in ways I won't forget,
your voice lives
behind my life
and every day
without you
is like dubbing-
over our cassette,
you let me down
lightly,
and killed me
politely,
then found a guy
who had
his life together
just to spite-
me.
Eric Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-don-t-play-fair/
