Tears
And as I predicted, I fell for you. Cut out a picture that ended up tiny, so tiny, because reality wasn’t allowed in. Steve the yakuza, I called you tenderly, because of your tattoos all over your arms. And saw us walking through Chinatown with Boba in hand. The sun setting. Then some noodles on an abandoned bench somewhere. You took pictures of me. Tiny, tiny pictures. Because reality, isn’t allowed.
Tears. Some. And nobody out there to catch me right now.
Steve the yakuza texted back today, after I finally got myself to message him and ask him out on a second date, saying he wasn't feeling the same way. I didn't read the whole message. It broke my heart to just read the first line. Too much for such a small encounter. I'm still waiting for another text from him, where he realizes that he messaged the wrong woman. I’ll stay up all night waiting for it.