I don’t want to be afraid anymore.
You knew it was over
So you started searching for girls
To sing to you in French.
As her lips drew a perfect pout
Over a passable pronunciation.
I felt a sick sense of peace
When she was exactly as I imagined:
Possibility raising her brow.
We kissed and I walked away.
The bottom of the staircase
and an empty bottle of bourbon.
How long was it exactly
from the moment you decided to fuck her
until she never wanted to see you again?
What did you say when
she asked you who I was?