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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Jumped on the train, does he remember my name? I went over the script in my head. I’d ask you questions and laugh at your jokes, I’d remember everything that you said. My heart skipped a beat as I walked down the street lit up by Victoria’s lights. This is the closest it’d been in so many months, I’d drowned in the maybes and mights. You ventured to me, weak smile on face as we reluctantly fell into an embrace you said you were sorry, sorry for being late it really didn’t matter, ‘This could be fate’. An awkward tube-ride led us inside of a cocktail bar so gauche and empty. As I tapped my card, I’d find I was barred and you sighed like I’d let you down gently. You picked out some flaws, including my sores, you answered the questions like it was a chore no room for my say, no ask about my day you looked past me with nothing but bore. Cause I wasn’t your type, isn’t that right? I’m too girly, too tall and too loud. I thought it was over, whatever this was, I couldn’t wait to disappear in the crowd. But the night didn’t end, despite what you spoke I was still fun enough to be the butt of your joke. When we kissed, was it some twisted dare? You didn’t enjoy it, you told me and I told myself that I didn’t care. I’d drank and was drunk, so the upset had sunk by the time the clock had struck home. You’d barely said bye, night bus caught my eye and to my text, you would never reply. What a waste of my time on a man allergic to kind, whose own problems are turning him blind. Beautiful souls, with him won’t turn old and next time he’ll be left in the cold.
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