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Eyes so green Today I met someone who had the most amazing green eyes. Today if I knew she'd be reading straight into my soul I would have cleaned up a little bit of the mess that's been piling up inside. Strange. It felt so comfortable, staring right back at her and smiling. I felt hot and cold and giddy and inexplicably sad all at once. Managed to stammer if I could have her phone number. I'll probably never see her again. I wonder if she'd go out with me? PFFFTTT. Right. It wouldn't be fair. Not when I've never learned to stopper the constant, copious stream of crap I manage to churn out so I keep people at arm's length. I wonder what it would be like to kiss her? Here I am throwing fate the finger, daring it to fuck with me and have done with me and trying to clamber inside of my soul so I can roll into a numb little ball of nothing... and then here I am thinking about dating again. Probably not a good idea. Whoever she was, whatever she's like, she looked like she deserves better than to date a wandering fucktard like myself. And if I am not even trying to wax poetic about this, I'd say I'm in trouble. Right then. I am NOT calling her. Eyes so green - 06.08.07 |
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