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