Le Saboteur Speaks

Oh I know she won’t go for it much longer – she’ll get tired of my shit, she’ll get tired of the bother of my 4 am confessions and my lack of recollection; she’ll get tired of repeating that she still does like me better than the younger newer fresher boys I’d like if I were her. She will bail out soon, I’m certain – she won’t say that I hurt her but the tone will indicate this. There will not be one more kiss. There will not be one more goodnight drive that takes us through the mist of early fog falling on freeways, with her angled slightly sideways, open towards me and inviting me to take another ride. We could be old news by tomorrow or long-running in a year. She must get tired of my sorrow – I should tell her, when she’s near I am so, so, so, so happy.

~ by perfectionatrix on April 11, 2012.

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