Give it up baby,
a whimper would be fine
Some kind of clue that you're doing time
Some kind of heartache
Honey, give it a try.

I had to call her because I wanted something more than her letter. It was so clean, so surgical I couldn't let it go. We had been through so much together I could not believe that she could be so trite; so simple. It was not enough that she "felt bad." That wasn't even close to the feeling I had; the feeling I wanted her to have.

What did I want? What did I want her to say? How about crushed, how about decimated, betrayed- and we aren't even to the Es yet. We were together for three years and she talks about it like it was just a phase, as if we were a bad haircut or part-time job.

It's not enough that I am now on my own. Not nearly enough. We were one, one mind. I think the least she can do is join in the misery. Share and share alike.

Could you cry a little?
lie just a little,
pretend that you're feeling a little more pain?
I gave, now I'm wanting something in return So cry just a little, for me?
Cry-Angie Aparo

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