Be at the State Library tomorrow night for The national poetry slam state final to see this performed live: I met her at the bookstore (Slam version) I met her at the bookstore I was following her ...or she was following me. Neither of us were sure. It was just for one night. we decided to go out. Itll be fine right? We can just talk it out. So what brought you to the bookstore? I asked her, quite honestly. Ive read all your books She muttered rather quickly. I mean all the books youve read. Ive been watching you for years Ive been tracking all your purchases, ...Imagining your fears. Now we can be together? since youve finally said hello I tried to hide my horror, but it did begin to show. I ordered something potent, to take the edge away. A little liquid courage, Not knowing what to say. A few more drinks than planned later. She dragged me halfway to her car Its fine, Ill drive you home. She said. It isnt very far Wait, you know where I live? Weve both had way, way too much I know most things about you, silly. I used google and such... A few minutes of drunk driving later I was letting her in. It will just be for one night, right? Who am I kidding. She was cute after all. First world problem, I have a cute stalker. She picked up my photo album. This is my new favourite picture of you Thats an odd thing to say? Oh, All the photos I take of you are blurry, Taken from far away I dont want to be rude, but those books were mostly gifts. Ive barely read any of them Youve got to get a grip If you really got to know me Then you wouldnt have this planned Then I noticed... my initials. They were tattooed on her hand... Look, Im sorry, but this is madness. This is not how people meet! She started to disrobe, clothing falling at her feet. I was a bit too drunk to argue It was just one night, I swear. I woke up early the next morning and my cute stalker wasnt there. I have visited the bookstore a few times just in case. I havent seen her since Id recognise her face. It was just one night. One night after all. She never wrote a letter, She didnt ever call. I met her at the bookstore. I was following her... or she was following me, neither of us were sure.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 07:43:20 +0000
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