my slutty little life

The moment I fell in love with her...

a darkened hillside, overlooking the sprawl of the OC - and she laughed at the absurdity of it all.


The moment I fell in love with her...

a walk at lunch, each of us stealing an hour away from work to stroll around a pond that separated our dulldrums.


The moment I fell in love with her...

a talk about the right and the left and the booze flooded in between.

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The moment I fell out of love with her...

a word was used - mediocre.


The moment I fell out of love with her...

a doubt of my love and the blame for her fear.


The moment I fell out of love with her...

a chair, a lobby, and the sickening thud of a hurtful word.

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Three loves, three losses - and no witnesses to speak of.

Oh, but let the tales be told,
let the lies be spread,
let the greed and the bitterness be the ink
that worms across the gazettes of our petty little lives and our petty little doings.


Three loves, three losses - guilty, me, all.