I stopped the car right in front of the fancy Restaurant
"I love you Sweety"
She whispered in my ear, kissing my neck too fast already
"I love you too, mon amour"
"Quit talking in French, you know what happens when you do..."
She grinned at this last observation
I walked out, and gave the keys to the Young gun.
He parked the car, while I was already in.
"We had a reservation for two, on the name of Nottara."
"Yes sir, please follow our Waitress, Carla."
Holding the hand of my so loved one, we walked to our table
Lights dimmed, a sweet romanesque atmosphere
Was this a movie? I would of though so
"Do you like it here?"
"Yes..." She was looking away
I lifted up the menu, carefully not touching the candle in the middle
Holding the menu with one hand, resting my arm on the table
Awaiting for a little physical union
As I was watching her from the top of the menu
However, to my surprise, she was too absorbed by the menu
Than by my whole efforts to bring her here...
"Got an idea yet...?"
"Why are you talking to me like that?" She replied back hastily
"I just asked you, that's all, don't get it wrong"
"Hmph"
I stood up, not even realising it, and went off for the bathroom
She seemed happy by that move
I walked in the bathroom, and leaned on the counter
Supporting myself by it...
I opened the water walves, a bit of hot water pouring
Cupping my hands under the flow
Leaning down and spraying my face
I switched to cold water and did the same, twice
Used the dryer, and walked off
I sit once again, in front of her
"Where were you?"
"It's ok, don't worry... I was in the bathroom..."
"Are you ok?"
"Yes." I lied.
The waitress came in and asked us what we wanted
We told her, and she went off
Leaving me to loneliness, as I watched her
"Ain't asking for a bottle of wine? I feel like drinking!"
"Ask it yourself, there's too many choices."
"It's not I whom have the money!"
I stayed there, and drank from my flask
"What is that?!"
"Nothing."
"You better tell me."
"After."
"Hmph."
I believe I just lost some faith, some trust
But do I care at this very moment
I looked in her eyes, the minimal usual
She doesn't really care, my money holds her here
But still she wanders, to go in someone's else arms
I feel it during the night, how she draws the line with her fingers
The traits of another man, on me.
Gross, disgusting. This icky feeling I get
I feel like craying, like collapsing just here
To show the world how miserable you've gotten me
But I was never taught to be weak
I learned to stand tall'n'strong
Without even forcing myself, I stood up
"You fail to hide."
And I threw the pictures of her ''massage'' sessions at her
"I thought you would of changed, you're as good as sock."
I left out, striken by sorrow
But I was happy nonetheless, she didn't hurt me more
I left out the restaurant under the stares of awe
And most of all, under her glare
I tipped the Young gun, and went off.

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