Waiting for Her

I’m standing outside,
waiting for her to
finish her drink.
I told her I wanted
a cigarette.
She said she didn’t
want to be rushed.
I said, “don’t hurry.”
But I’ve been out here
for ten minutes now,
and I’m not sure
where she is.
I smoke another cigarette.
She’s still inside.
Then I say “fuck it” and leave.
I’m sure she’ll go home
with someone else anyway.


19 responses to “Waiting for Her”

  1. Didn’t see that coming.

    Sorry love. Either you need to communicate better for you need to get your needs filled elsewhere. This thing doesn’t seem win/win to me. I could be wrong. I kind of need an emotional masochist around me being a bit sadistic and all…but it’s go to be mutually beneficial. Right?

    Don’t ask me though. I know nothing. Still trying to figure it all out as I go along. 😞 hug! ❤️

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  2. I woke up
    This morning
    Scratched my nuts
    Nuked some Coffee
    From yesterday.
    Went in
    Took a dump
    Realized it was Kleenex
    Or nothing
    And wished this
    Was on paper
    So I could wipe
    With it.
    Carry on. Sucks to be you. Next.

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