after_monday

Lets go to the dock, he said. I'll bring a bottle and a blanket and we can just talk.

I am in no mood she said, I don't want to kill the second hands on the dreary clock with you.

There is nothing better than that, I promise. Spending the seconds talking about nothing with you is exactly what would make my heart explode.

I am not interested in your dull sentiments, I want excitement and intrigue. I want to be swept off my feet by a man, not a boy with a lonely heart. You can't do that for me.
You're probably right, but I would die for the chance, he said.

You just might have to

That's a risk I am willing to take dear girl. Let me speak these sweet words to you, let my intrigue your very ears and tell you sweet truths. Let me tell you that I like the way your hair brushes against your lashes. Let me tell you that I love the way you write reminder notes on the back of your right hand and cross them out like some scorn lover's list. Let me tell you that I like the way you turn me down with the right corner of your mouth gently turned up as if you are hiding the smile that my charm coaxes out of you.

Stop right there, don't go any further. Your sweet words will turn bitter with the scent of tobacco that runs past your teeth. Your truths are white and blank, things that would be a cookie cutter romance in any 5 dollar drug store novel.
I got a hair cut today, I guess you didn't notice. I would brush the hair from my eyes so I could watch your false eyes look me up and down and study my body, mapping where your hands would stain and cut.
The crossed out words are all the insults I could never tell you, I wouldn't want to break your heart any more than you already have yourself.
My mouth is turned up by the disgust and bitterness of your eloquent but blatant bullshit. I am snide, clever and too good for you. I know this, so I smile at you. I would let you keep trying boy, but I am tired and am late for dinner with a man that actually knows what i need tonight. .....