You were so disappoint.

You were so disappoint. Your grasp on english wasn't that strong. I was remembering the night before, sitting at my desk till 2am typing away, listening to the TV play 'Once upon a Time in the West'. The Botanical Gardens were (fucking) freezing; I tore your necklace off and and you quivered with anticipation before I almost fuck you. Like I said: your grasp on english wasn't that strong. I almost fucked you. Don't capitalise. Don't look anywhere else but into my eyes. "I'm keeping this" was the last words between us before I pocketed your necklace and stumbled home drunk, leaving you in the dark, alone with the possums and dew a few hours before dawn.