and she spoke for hours or maybe it
was only for a few minutes but in any
case her words stopped making sense
right after a crude analysis of my life
and actions and watching her tear apart
my days like its a game took me by surprise
one i could not choose to ignore so i took
another sip of beer and let a drop slide
down my chin just to see how it feels when
something that cold clings to me, like apathy
to her eyes. theres no message, no hidden
agenda, no plans and no decisions, its just
her and i on my balcony, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. and
i know im a fucking cliché but i feel like i need
to ask
.
.