I could stand there naked and what would you say?
I could stun the world's magnificence and you would only walk away.

Written on the back of a post-it Banana's, milk, eggs.

Do you not know how to show your love? Or am I not worthy of even a single petal, wilted.
How long must I stand here waiting for a response, only to find my heart jilted.

The torn ticket for my friend's concert you can't attend.

My actions speak more than my heart even tries to conceal – why do I try so hard when I don't have that capacity to feel.

A medium rare steak with apple and stilton sauce.

You say you love me, but you can't give me more than you would a second rate hostess in a Tokyo bar.
And when we make love there can be no further distance. I ask for recognition and receive nothing more than an unwanted child would from her unavailable father.

A crumpled ticket from the premiere showing of Star Wars Episode 3.

Are you there? How can you not see I slip away slowly as each finger tip releases me.

Is it too much to ask that you kiss me passionately, that you hold my hand on a street corner, or that you smile when you look in my eyes.
Rather than a grunt and a sigh as you walk away from me, why don't you take me in your arm's and tell me you could never leave me.

Men chase me down the street to tell me I'm beautiful, I turn them away because I long for the day to hear you utter one of those syllables. I am still waiting.
Yet I stand here, giving you all I have, trying to please you, but you see nothing, I could drive by in an army tank, with nothing but a pair of Speedo's on my head and you wouldn't wince.

When you really don't need me anymore please throw me away in the recycling bin, not any old garbage, because someone WILL find me. But don't stay here and pretend you care, because I can't recycle respect for a man once it's gone.

How do you know what to do, when you love someone and you don't?
When you lye in bed everyday next to the wrong man do you get up and walk away or do you just continue lying – to yourself.