Wednesday, September 30, 2009

quiet time

last night we paused
in the middle of offensive and uncomfortable
took time to stare and sit
in the silence that was
awkwardly hanging between us
after a comment so sarcastically mean
...or a sophisticated compliment
as you call it (fuck you)

tact, understanding, and compassion
vaporized with the thc we were inhaling -
exhaling the honeymoon period of this date
and breathing in the reality that
we really just don't like each other
and the only thing that could ever
come to be between us
is a series of passionate angry fucks
with a requirement of limited conversation

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