You self-centered bastard.
A one night stand I had last night. I hate to say it, but it led to all the fights. I don't think i know why i did it. Oh mirror mirror you look like crystaline, so perfect, yet so easily broken by the softest. I wanna see your face looking back at me. So clean, so strong, so smooth, so perfect. When they ask i will honestly reply, that i didn't know what i was doing.I had a hell of an exciting night with her. She's cute, special, the 'only one for me', irresistable and exotic. Pleasure and love flood my veins. We thought of something more.But I decide to leave.She may die of syphillis, a disease I carry, but that's her problem.She may get corroded in AIDS, a disease I carry, but that's her problem.I realize that it can be represented in economic terms. By losing a one night stand I will gain back something more. I left something in her, but she can clean it off herself.Then I feel a tear in my heart. An emotional attachment I can't quite describe.No, it's not the girl, is the something more I'll gain back.It's all about me.Labels: Literary, out
