2003-08-12 @ 9:24 p.m.

...and the hands locked on your belt? The fingers clenched 'round the buckle? Those weren't hers? The lingering touches, and cliched butterfly kisses? Those weren't hers? What about the subtle flirtations, the toss of her hair? Those weren't hers?


Oh, then I must be mistaken. Am I the one at fault here? Or didn't I see you kiss her? Didn't I see you grope her? Those lips, they weren't yours? What about those hands? Not yours either?

No, they must have not been.

You're never at fault. It's always me.

It's always me...


Listening to: "Instant Pleasure" by Rufus Wainwright

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