written by owen

Don't be too hard on my emotions. I need time to save enough love for you. Have a little patience. Dreams and reality separated by bulletproof glass and blacklight. Give me a change to make cents. I tried the automated teller machine before, I didn't like how she counted my money, exactly, without a care or flaw. Your imperfections are what make you special. No one can replace you. On causal fridays you wear regular cloths because you cannot be corrupted by the other, dense, people that exist in your presence - your are special like a 2 dollar US note. I dread the day when my liens out weigh my balances and you are no longer my special teller. Why do all good things come to an end?

We talked for 20 minutes but as soon as the conversation was over you had forgotten. Somedays when your not a work I wonder who basks in the warmth of your glow. If I told you that you were bueatiful would you date me on the regular? There is always nothing or too much to say. There are only so many checks that I can deposit in a month, only some many chances to move in your waiting line. Only so many form fields that I can ask questions about before our time is done. Only some many forms to fill out, accounts to open, money to save and lines to join. I know that its a wonderful world but I can only see it when your here with me.

My dirty little bank girl.

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