Sunday, January 25, 2009

When you look at me I don't want to look back. You are beautiful but I don't want you. You stare at me across the bar but I won't go home with you. Get used to it. Yes, perhaps I am beautiful but you won't be able to get your hands on me. I will look back at you and maybe say a few words but I will go home alone. And sleep alone. You won't get your hands on me and I won't appologize. Yes she is beautiful. She is worth it all. She is worth going home alone and turning you down. I hope you sleep well tonight. Alone as I do.

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