He must have known I would look for him, he must have known me somehow.
He must have known what he did to me. Just like a rapist always knows how a no is a no, it's just that it doesn't bother him. It holds no greater value to him.
So I had five dry martinis in the bar, reading and crying. Bartender let me be. Not a word was spoken.
I walked down the same alley where I first found her, at least there's one person here who is consistent. A fist full of cash, a good night sleep for me. Knowing someone is watching over my uneven breaths. She leaves in the middle of the night, like a criminal she sneaks out. Last night she told me a story, my story. Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smt.