cat hair on the pillow

what was i thinking




morning light through slats

 

i'm not the first

to wake in a strange room

in a strange bed

looking at a strange cityscape through slatted blinds

with a strange woman's leg

brushed up against mine

we roll into each other

our rhythms don't match

she doesn't articulate her thoughts

it takes forever

she get up quietly

goes to the bathroom

i start to get dressed

text lyft 





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Written on 2016-01-17 at 00:30

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
These things happen but it is how low self esteem occur, ever action has a reaction, it may have been a mistake but both are left with low self esteem I think, it's good my friend but tragic too x
2016-01-17


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Delving into the noir yourself, I see. You've done a good job.
2016-01-17


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
he?
2016-01-17



Sorry, but this character is a cad! He should at the very least have the courage to say goodbye in person....ah..the morning walk of shame is a long one!
2016-01-17



It sounds like a big mistake, the sooner forgotten the better.
What were you thinking?😤
Ashe🏄
2016-01-17



How very awkward. Believably unglamorous.
2016-01-17