We fell in love over Turkish Coffee and Whiskey Sours. This was before we began to count the hours.. And I am left, wanting to know, can it be stopped? Or have we already tipped the domino? My God, I stand barren now.. Believing Keats less and less and Etheridge Knight, more and more.. As I fill the empty spot inside, by taking into my lungs, the smoke form the cigarettes I promised you I'’d quit. Outside my front door. Knowing that these days promises don'’t amount to shit. Cause truth is just no good anymore. That is, if the truth of the matter is a future minus you.. My wings are arms once again.. My soul is vacant. I have no concept of when. Only time that is adjacent to the words clicking by on a screen. Perverting my penmanship with some new fangled machine and dreaming of a night when you will laugh again. When you will choose to be happy, to be happy to hear from me.. The waiting is over when you say that it is good or bad. Not before then. And I will believe what you decide. The time has come for me to seek and not to hide. But know, before I begin my pleas, that I won'’t give up with out a fight. Even if I'’m on your side. I told you I was a person of peace. And there I lied. Because the time has come to fight once more. To kick and scream before the door you are planning to walk through. Leaving me there. Just me with out you. The answer lies in a beautiful place, that frames the smile upon your face, as we find a moment here and there to make love. In between the quest to fit, that'’s punctuated by your push, and my shove. But this is all in vain if you won't stay to see what happens. Stick around for the drama. Pay for a seat in the theatre. And love me. Leave if you must. Stay if you like. Hurt me if it helps. But love me. Love me and I will be alright.

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