I dare ya to
actually say a single fucking WORD.
And I give it long
enough. I swear it's
poetic. It really is.
I may not have been able to say the right thing all night long,
but my feet obviously have a mind of their own, and they're pretty much
running the show. Excellently,
I might add. I spin around
and head to the apartment. I
don't look back. I don't
hear the car taking off either. And
as I make it to my door, fit the key into the lock, go inside and slam
the door shut, I don't hear a single fucking word.