I guess it’s time.

Posted: April 26, 2011 in hidden admonishment
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Past time?

I didn’t shave or shower before I left
at sometime around 11 at night.
He fucked me anyway.
Nobody got off.
I’ve been invited back, but not to live.

Nobody gets off.

The second night solicited a marriage proposal.

Very little English is spoken
although there is incessant chatter.

It might seem odd to ask
but why do they always want to marry me?

I can’t love you back
so, in a way, I understand now.
I don’t want to care anymore.
Isn’t that fucking obvious by now?
Why else would I…

Instead, I suppose it’s about time I started.

Start over.

My things are not packing themselves, and I have to be out by the end of the week.


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