
About a girl that I am not. "In cafe's, talking ultra-modern English, with a masters degrees in Freudianism. She is not the reason that he drinks so much."
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 235 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-02-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2668243
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-1Faith, in a café, modern London
When
I think about it, I
think that he is still in
love with
Faith
although, deep down he
will never say it aloud,
than
again, he doesn't
have to, because I've uncovered
him for
myself.
And, in continuation
of my thoughts for him,
I
think that she must
really still be in love
with him as
well,
why else, would she
have rebelliously clawed
at
him with broken lunch
dates in London?
She is femme fetal
thin,
although I care not,
you see
I, have
never
been a
threat
to her. Yet, I'm sure as
a girl
she wove her brunette
hair in long braids,
that is, before
she cut it
with his promise
that the back of a
women's
neck was
the sexiest part
of a female's anatomy
the
same way that he
said it to me.
Either way, she is in
London
now, cocktail party to café's
in trendy
districts
chattering away about her
masters degree in
Freudianism,
how in her early twenties
she sat on the edge of
the bed
and watched him spike metal
into his veins,
or
was it Heroine?
or Steroids? or just Muscle Milk?
Either
way, she was the
cause of the bar fights he
got into, but not
the reason
that he drinks so much,
that, I still haven't figured out yet.
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