Monday, 6 July 2015

Easy Sleazy

She said my love was intolerable, she said my love was horrible. I told her, as I touched her leg on the tube to Colindale, that whilst that was entirely probable, I preferred to think of my love as merely unstoppable and for that fact alone, frankly phenomenal. I may be out of my mind, but you could line up every man alive and not one would worship you as much as me, outside and inside. So you may continue to find me unappealing even after you've stared blankly over another hundred different shoulders at your ceiling but I will never change my feelings.

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