coffee shops. (one of many to come)

these are the moments when i would have called him ... told him ... asked him.

instead, i'm still sitting here, across from an empty chair. honesty waiting to burst as i look around for someone who's not sick of hearing my voice.

austin is such a small town that i've talked you all stupid. i'm branded that girl who sits in that corner drinking that bourbon until you all look like love to me.

and it's not that i mind. i enjoy my loneliness as much as i enjoy your face, but i'm frankly sick of singing the same old song to an audience of chairs.

i want it all, but it's got to fit right in here.