your story

i don't want to be your story

when you're sitting in the cafe on the corner

tucked away cozy by the window

under the dark lights

a place we've been before

but you'll pretend to forget we ever were

i don't want to be your story,

the story you tell HER of the last girl...

to touch your skin and drink your wine and dye your hair

it wouldn't be accurate ~ you could never capture me

in a word... i'd just be a character in your story

i don't want to be paraphrased or misrepresented that way.

so just let me be. punctuate me before you begin to speak.

free me by not letting me be a part of your story.

keep pretending to forget.

i'll exist in the only way i can.

in the candle flame on the table (between you)

in your melting butter

in the reflection of the mirror

in the laughs of the people around you

in your glass 

in your knife

don't make me tangible to HER 

(because I'll never be)

i don't want her to know

i don't want to be your story.

2002