The "skinny"

I cant say that I ever knew how
But I knew that I wanted to.

I remember once, rehearsing the conversation in my mind
But the strength to speak never did get actualized

We'd go out and she'd drink
And I'd pretend that I didnt see what she was not having

It worked.
She worked.
Day.
Night.

Anything to keep the urge away.

But it doesnt matter, really.
She is still here.
And is still my girl.
And the skinny bitch may have "issues".
But she's my girl
But human is as human does.


18/07/2011