(engard)

She turned and looked at him.
"What the fuck is this then?"
A query.
"Nothing I guess"
A response. Followed by inate unhappiness.
"What you think it's funny.", She blurted.
Shocked and acting frusterated; this was a definitive case of emotional indigesition.
"So what? We just fuck. Is that all this is to you."
He smiled a wry and crooked smile.
"Well I kind of thought we were friends too."
Rebuttle.
Words to duel with.
"Asshole! Fucking asshole!", She shouted.
Stab.
"No I'm not"
Parry.
"And how do you figure that?!"
Slash. Footwork. Stab.
"Well you don't seem to have a problem calling me for weed on a daily basis. Especially weed that is very, very cheap"
Parry. Counter. More footwork.
"Thats how we met remember."
Stab.
"You make me sound like a whore!"
Return. Footwork.
"I hardly think so."
Pause.
"I seem to remember that you wouldn't call me unless you needed something; something like weed. Then we started eventually to speak when you grabbed and then, one fateful evening, we-"
Jab. Footwork.
"We fucked! I remember it well!"
Attack. Jab.
"I'm glad you do that means I did something right. You were drunk I didn't think that you remembered at all"
Return.
Point.
"Coming from you that says quite a bit. You could barely get it up!"
Attack.
Point.
"Thats besides the point I'm just saying labels make for awkwardness"
Jab. Parry. Jab
"A label or nothing at all!"
Jab, Jab again.
"Not even friendship? It's just fucking really its not so complicated!"
Jab. Parry.
"It's always complicated"
Return.
"It doesn't have to be."
Jab.
"All I'm saying is that if what you want is someone to change your facebook status for then it ain't me babe."
Point.

``Fine then I`ll keep that in mind the next time I pickup the phone now come back to bed.``

Twisted up like a spliff we all dance with sabers.
We all want the same things someone to want us. Things are bound to change sometime.
For now we make use of quick feet and sharper wits. Tounge in cheek, amongst other things.
Love is a formless battle most often just a hair shy.
Just not quite enough.
In that Tangled Up In Blue Bob Dylan kinda way.
Listless and floating like a bird searching for solid ground.
Live to fight another day.