when i entered the room our eyes met,
cliche, i know...
but it wasn't the kind of mystical thing that you might hear of in a romance novel...
nowhere near shuch a novel idea.
in that half a second lock i found an answer,
but not to a question i ever asked...
what the fuck is he doing here?
and i knew the truth...
oh well...
forever left to know, however little i wanted.
i don't know if it's genuine disgust, but for sure it was something like that...

so i'm still at this party, still in the same room...
left to feel uncomfortable for the rest of my night
as my ride left me hanging
getting booty for himself...

i'm sure as we progress, too many smokes
too much thinking
and not nearly enough drugs
. please, just give me something to forget...


it isn't coming...

01/06/2007

Author's Note: based on actual events...

Posted on 01/06/2007
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