She said “I’m in love with you”
As she jumped on the well-worn stained couch beside me.
Throwing the stench of cheap stale beer mixed with old ashtray into the air.
The words rolled out of her mouth like
logs on the water.
Her eyes twinkling like a UFO in a distant night sky.
You’re just not quite sure what it is you’re seeing.
Side eyeing her,
I can’t help but wonder what the heck she’s doing here,
with someone such as myself of course.
She reminds me of a month-old kitten.
Adorable, naive, playful, and won’t take a hint.
Time to let her go…
again…
As I deep inhale this half-assed rolled cigarette and hold the cancer in a little longer than usual, I give her my one-sided curled lip smirk and as I free the poison cloud from my grasp I say,
“sorry ‘bout your luck.”
~Bödwhíst
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