I tried.

"She's not for you."
He said, thick
amber moustache
dipping into
his pint like
cat whiskers in milk

"I'm writing my fifth short story."
I look around
the smoking area
for another
topic

"She'll tear you apart.
Whats it about?"
he says sadly.

"Isn't that what i want?
it's coming along pretty well,
i just need more inspiration "
I drank deep,
so deep,
deep enough
to drown
a drunk

"About a girl right?
and not in the way
 you like it Will.
She likes all cock,
black cock and
she likes
open palms
on her face
and facials. She'd be
one of those girls
that dates a guy
who beats her
because thats
all she's learnt
to love."

"It's always about a girl,
I'm not one
for beating women
but i can learn
or at least try."

I ordered another two pints
and waited for
the fist to
ball itself in
my stomach and i
walked home to her

I laid next to her
and grabbed her waist

i've never
been good
with violence,

so she ended up
leaving me
for some drunk
who likes whores.