Letter To the Unloved. you're so friendly... how can I love someone so nice? so kind and considerate and willing to consume my every flaw with grace-- understanding, your ear always at attention ready for my spew of venom at the world-- how could I inflict that on YOU, so willing? and your arms, so soft and warm and wanting to hold me well, i prefer prosthetics, to be honest and flesh just isn't the same. your eyes note my every emotion, i could hide nothing from you i would hate for you to know of my darkest moods and frankly, your speech is so deliberate; inquisitive and defensive and intelligent you know too much. of me. of the world. and i hate to break it to you, but i could never love someone so stubborn-- someone so immersed in self-loathing and brooding it would trigger me, you see. i just couldn't fathom being with someone who understood me. your eyes are black, bruised from all the pain you see they'd be blue as well, if you got with me. so my dearest, let us part now, just remember you'll find your loved one someday he'll be perfect in every way and more than welcome your idiosyncracies. idiot secrecies. (do you think you can leave me alone now?) -hb 10/21/00 back home