Wednesday, December 7, 2011

there's a rejection slip
from a boy
hanging on my wall
in my room, by my bed
where we made love
one night, i poured wine on him and laughed
trying to be sexy but being too drunk to pull it off
the rejection slip is still there but
the boy isnt
he doesnt call or come over and i know it shouldnt
but rejection is like getting wine poured on you
by a drunk girl who is laughing

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