Anywhere with Anyone for too long

I caught a glimpse of you this morning in a crowd
Heard a voice within me
And I hoped against all odds that it wasn’t too loud.

For a second everything else ebbed away
Then I felt something sway
I realized they were my feet
Our eyes, I didn’t want them to meet.

I walked away
For I was never meant to stay
Anywhere
With anyone
For too long.

All Sex and No Love

University has been like an Academy where I have been whoring with my ugly old Economics since 09. For the past two years I have just been rash, schnell (yes, German) and shallow with a bitch of a subject. Here is to one more year of rough shallow sex with my mistress. And for all those desperate souls who are being J let me tell you that it is not even remotely fun. It is not fun (for me) for I surmise I never liked sex.
It is just bad coffee and I. I am a loner or so I like to believe. Does that make me a writer, Mister Hemingway?