please do,
i'm practically begging you
walk through the cafe front door
that one i apparently broke your heart in.
here i still sit
writhing and writing
drinking milky hearth to calm my shaky nerves.
i'll act like i don't see you
and maybe i'll be happy
you best not sit next to me. god damn it
because the only thing i will formulate in words is the sentenve
"I told you so."
going back once again to my writing and writhing
while my ego feeds off of your love lusting stare.