poker face by Angela Thomas and, just like that, i laid all of my face-value cards, the most valuable ones, the ones that win the hand, the ones you keep close to your chest and off the expression on your face, i dropped them face up on the table as i pulled the words from the only place i knew these days -- the truth. "i'm afraid because i haven't been with anyone sober in as long as i can remember. years and years. maybe, ever." i wanted to cry. i wanted to take back all of the nights i spent drowning in vodka, tequila, cerveca. i wanted to rescind, renounce, remove the sex with strangers in strange places. saying those words out loud to you was like swallowing a burning coal. but then you pulled my eyes up to meet yours, the hiroshima bomb of words still floating between us somewhere. i knew what was on the cards didn't matter. 04/11/2009 Posted on 04/11/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)