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Nov 2010
I walk in tired from the night
You sit awake with sparkling eyes
I grab a beer and turn to my room
You follow me without knowing why
I close the door
But you beg for more
I just want to meet you, you say
But all I want to do is lay
Down in my bed.

You sit down and stare at me
I pop the tab on my beer
Why won't you just disappear
But there is something about you
I need to know more, so we sit
And you ask me questions, you smile
But I can tell behind those dark eyes
It's not a loving smile and
It's not me you are smiling for.

Four days later we go out
Uncomfortable to say the least
More questions, not really any answers
Just glances and smiles
Different people but maybe in a good way
And for some reason we can't get enough
So its dinner and ice cream,
A long walk with awkward moments
And a kiss to end the night.

Three more days and not sure why
The Pacifist enters the gates
Of West Point, cannons go off
We watch the parade, you in
Your uniform with your buttons
That I don't understand
Me in a black dress and Uggs
Different people and
Not in a good way.

But two more days I was in it for sure
Then just like it began, grabbing a beer
And going to my room, you following,
Please stop following with those questions
Of yours, and just stop asking and looking for
The answers that I don't have, I won't ever have
Just return to your Army, your secret paradise
And we can forget about each other
Different people in the worst way.
Written by
Alexandra Akins
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