scared

©3/28/94

alone in a corner
waiting for the voice to hit
telling me all the wrongs i did today:
i smiled at a guy who winked at me
i wore a dress instead of baggy jeans
and i told him again i was leaving him
fear is a lonely companion
but it keeps me warm at night
when he steals the covers from our bed
and accuses me of having cold feet
i don't want to marry this man
but i don't love anybody else the same
sometimes i wake up
and i think, today, i'll go
but then he cooks me dinner as a surprise
and we're happy clams for a while
then i say hello to the newspaper boy
and it starts all over again