There were three of you that broke my heart: Uno, Dos, and Tre. Now Tre, you were the only band member to have an album named after you, and if that doesn't tell you who you are, you're a lot more thick-skulled than I remember...and I remember a lot about you. But thats the problem because Iyou never took the time to know me, let alone remember. I memorized every pattern in your hazel eyes and every small touch I knew you loved. I remember every gesture you made when we were in private and every opposite one you made in public and you dared not display your affection. What we had was unconventional to say the least. I loved every two am phone call where I stayed awake with you until you fell asleep because neither of us wanted to fall asleep alone. But you left me alone. I couldn't get you to come to me, but I would have glady come to you if you had just LET me. Mister I gave you all I could for comapnionship, not just for you, but because I needed it too. Did you ever think of that? I wasn't much to you, (a freak even) as I've come to understand, but I didn't want for you to let me hope for something I couldn't have. I didn't want to be led on. I didn't want for you to strum on my worries like songs without feeling. I was a puddle at your feet; melted by the warmth of your body so close to mine. I shared with you my secrets - my wounds- with you and never asked for more than their safe return because I took comfort in our shared silences and the hollows of your shoulders. But you don't even know that my shoulders have dimples, do you? Or why I'm a feminist (you know, those people you hate?) or why I hold my friends so close to me? And I know that poems like this are supposed to connect to a broader audience and mine seems WAY too personal, but my audience is you. And me. The seventeen girls before me and all othe girls after. May my story be a lesson and most certainly a warning for those who may date mister "white knight" musician Tre. He has almost as many guitars in his collection as girls hes left behind. And no means no and "I don't want to be friends anymore" only has meaning when he says it. You pushed me away, but I can take satisfaction in knowing that your 18th guitar just might remind you of me.