The C Lounge

I could see the sadness in his eyes as he sat there cracking jokes like he usually does. He's the chirpy one, seemingly immature, yet a source of happiness, light. And lately, the intensity with which his eyes used to shine has diminished. One could confuse that for lack of sleep because he has barely slept but that's not it - he's lost self-respect. He kept repeating "I'm a bastard" last night. I don't mean to discard infidelity so lightly but he did tell her himself, he was sorry. I guess his crime was harder to forgive than a simple fuck; he just kissed her. Poor thing, he can't even blame it on lust. But I can see him suffering. Men can often be pigs but it doesn't mean that they lack feeling. And seeing his pain broke my heart, he who used to shoot out sparks of youthful joy...

Smell on my hand for days
I can't wash away your scent
If I'm a dog, then you're a bitch...
I'm sorry for what I did
I just did what my body told me to do...