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I turn, I face... and I write.
Glare from across the room....
I write it all out for you.
Your eyes scan quickly, pausing at the juicy parts. 
Time stops, as you whisper...
"Wow"

I scribble in that heavy black. 
Turned around for the world outside the window to see. 

You look again, hiding behind yourself.... Safe. 
As I write it all down.
Praise, then jealousy... a lesson, that isn't taught. 
Hand me another please.
I overdose... on what? 
No. You can't have that one. Too abstract to see. 

Okay, so take it. You won't understand. 
I stay there...
holding fast to the solid pavement beneath my feet. 
Ouch... my heart bit me again. 

This is strange... he understood. 
It wasn't anger....
It couldn't have been love... I deceive myself....
But it wasn't what I expected... that's what hurt so bad.
Help me out here....
You grab the drink as I grab that.
I don't see anything, but I walk around the corner anyway....

Damn... look, he's right there.
Ah well... keep walking and just look down. 
Ouch... 
that soft touch just hurt more than any echoing slap.

Breathe heavily as your heaving heart fills with pain. 
Mind full of questioning.

Look... she's gone; left so fast her shadow is still there on the wall. 

Nothing but a blank sheet... could have been poetry...

Could've been so much more than that... 
Who says it's not?