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and i sat there, alone im your company on two chairs in a dingy cheap restaurant   watching you. your blue rimmed hazelnut eyes ticking around surveying, tallying, everything. everything that wasn't me. the beige monotony of the floors, ceiling and walls. lino, plastic, sterile, lustless. the ethnically transplanted food and workers, cooking distaintly behind to doorway sweating their ambitions out in the steam gushing out like blood from their childhood pipeline dreams. me my eyes searching for a flicker of affection not even love. mere company? a loneliness cure? quicksand that you can't back out of now? in my eyes a canyon of unspoken truths and  uncertainty gaps across the table. the weeded arguments  budding their ugly discordant leaves among the flora. the canyon swallows my nerves and leaves them to plummet, down into the blackhole, where the rest of me will go. is this bad karma for all the string-boys i kept? that i would become your string-girl! bearing baskets of love terrifying, alien love. only to be haunted by your gaze. your ticking gaze. ticking time bomb. searching for an escape root? as i fall into you.
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
Loneliness for 2
and i sat there, alone im your company on two chairs in a dingy cheap restaurant   watching you. your blue rimmed hazelnut eyes ticking around surveying, tallying, everything. everything that wasn't me. the beige monotony of the floors, ceiling and walls. lino, plastic, sterile, lustless. the ethnically transplanted food and workers, cooking distaintly behind to doorway sweating their ambitions out in the steam gushing out like blood from their childhood pipeline dreams. me my eyes searching for a flicker of affection not even love. mere company? a loneliness cure? quicksand that you can't back out of now? in my eyes a canyon of unspoken truths and  uncertainty gaps across the table. the weeded arguments  budding their ugly discordant leaves among the flora. the canyon swallows my nerves and leaves them to plummet, down into the blackhole, where the rest of me will go. is this bad karma for all the string-boys i kept? that i would become your string-girl! bearing baskets of love terrifying, alien love. only to be haunted by your gaze. your ticking gaze. ticking time bomb. searching for an escape root? as i fall into you.
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
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