Not Interested

Posted on March 22, 2012 Updated on August 18, 2013

Don’t make those kissy lips at me.

I’m not interested.

I’m sure they can be soft when needed

I’m sure they can be rough when wanted.

I’m sure someone else would like them.

I’m just not interested.

Please don’t talk either.

Seriously.

This entry was posted in Musings, Poetry and tagged Flirting, Poetry, Solitude.

7 thoughts on “Not Interested”

Kyle said:
March 22, 2012 at 11:18 pm

i love short, poignant stuff like this
few words but max sentiment
so very clever
thank you

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realityinprogress responded:
March 22, 2012 at 11:39 pm

sometimes minimalistic expression is more powerful than a lenghty affair.

Thank you :)

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Kyle said:
March 22, 2012 at 11:40 pm

agree

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Nowan Zen said:
March 22, 2012 at 11:28 pm

I was just trying to make conversation and you say don’t talk? :P

Pardon me whilst I babble for a moment: “Pelicans dine with Penguins eating pizza and pirogis over pasta.”

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realityinprogress responded:
March 23, 2012 at 6:29 pm

Talk, babble and weirdness about big birds – all welcome.

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Mooselicker said:
March 23, 2012 at 4:01 pm

Ha nobody likes kissy lips. I wonder what the guys who do them out of their cars do after they pull up to the next light. Probably sulk that their own strategy will never work.

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realityinprogress responded:
March 23, 2012 at 6:03 pm

It’s even better when they do it ‘just-standing-here-not-noticing-you-at-all-casually-pouting-my-lips-to-lure-you-in’ style. Very animal kingdom and very much a girl move but apparently guys do it as well.

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