betray me at the last i've no words for you other than to say you're wrong you've changed you're unwanted did you plan this all along? i can't believe you that you'd betray me at the last i brought you home i gave you space but now you've gone right past i'm mad at you i'd made plans for you today for tomorrow maybe after nevermind, you can go away i can still taste you but now it seems vaguely dead you've rotted without warning my new store-bought bread.  - Jason 11:01pm Tuesday May 9, 2006   <-- Back to the poetry menu.