She’s saying come get me, come get me
and the phone goes silent. I’m standing in the bar, the
music is loud and
next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming
She was outside trying to get me to leave the bar, the
music,
it’s some Usher song and the place is dark, sweaty. I’m
stuck to the stool
She’s saying come get me, come get me
as she leaves the bar, her mascara running her eyes
raccooned
I follow and the night is close, it’s still 80
next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming
about the other day, the other night, I’ve done wrong,
something
about a friend of hers and how I tease her too much in front
of everyone
She’s saying come get me, come get me
She wants me to save her, or I want her to want that
or I want her to save me, she is all fear and fists
next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming
hitting. Nails into skin. I’m bleeding and she is running
away throwing her purse into the air, leaving her shoes.
She’s all come get me, come get me…
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