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Text me by all means, but please
don't make it the usual hard done by message:
the you've abandoned me and left me broken
self-pitying soliloquy. I've heard it so many times
that it no longer provokes either guilt or pity.

Can we also avoid the blackmail message:
the if you don't come back I swear I'll kill myself.
You know how much I need you in times of trouble
to sort out my life for me kind of message
that displays not the slightest interest in my needs?

And can we ditch the it wasn't MY fault message:
how can I help it if all those women throw themselves at me?
Well, you didn't have to catch them ALL did you?
One, or maybe two, I could have forgiven. But forty-two??
I now feel inclined to say, "Oh just get out of my life!"

What I've really been longing for is a how it used to be text:
the I can't wait to see you again, and
you'll always be the only one for me,
you know that kind of text, that precludes
something altogether more erotic and exciting

that sets my pulses racing and breathes new life
into a heart that's been slowly tortured to death.
However, I've come to realise that will never be. So
I'll settle for a hi, how are you? friendship
kind of text, that is caring, genuine...and just for once,
totally unselfish.