I was waiting in the lobby of a hotel,
for something that wouldn’t end well,
because I’m just the kind of girl that constructs self destructive destinies,
and lives them out in full fantasy and glamour.
Helping myself to a herbal cigarette,
like I used to smoke when I was broke,
I am your one drag and go girl,
never sticking around long enough to look with misery at the mess I’ve made.
Close your eyes and I’ll disappear,
nothing but my perfume and a lipstick stain on your collar will linger.
That’s what I thought, anyway,
but I return,
with a click of your fingers,
the whole world is a whir,
and I am a whole other woman.
I am your woman,
no longer waiting,
no longer wishing.
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