Sometimes when I
Make eye contact
With a beautiful stranger
She looks back at me
With absolute disgust
And I wonder
What someone else did
To make her think
I’m that big
Of a piece of shit
Or maybe
They just don’t like my face
Whatever it is
There’s no more beauty
It just shrivels up and dies
And there’s no more woman
Just a demon
And there’s no more love
Or admiration
Just bitterness
And resentment
Was it her fault
Or mine
Or someone else’s
Maybe it was God
There’s no happy end
To this story
It just keeps repeating
So I go back to my coffee
