Posted by: reasondeceives on: November 29, 2007
“who the **** is this?” i asked myself
as i pulled off the cork.
it was clive owen again.
this wasn’t one of those fake hollywood
actors on the big screen. he was real–
with genuine feelings. he wanted to
marry me.
“over my dead body!” i shouted and
that’s when a bolt of lightning smacked
the windowpane. roaring, thundering
bolts–they struck whenever i am agitated.
clive was choked off against the wall.
“okay, okay…but please love me,”
he whimpered.
“no way!” i told him. i grabbed my guitar
with the broken string and smashed his
face shooing him back inside the bottle…
i poured myself another glass of
yesterday’s wine and rested my bad leg
on the table. i’d spent hours watching
“closer” and “sin city” the night before,
finding ways to kill my boredom.
today, i broke clive owen’s heart.
