Mine, And Mine Only

I nodded and stepped closer.

Every step I took closer, she took it back.

I backed off and stopped getting closer, she on the other hand walked across the room.

I smiled, lighting my cigarette I sat down in her daddy's chair.

I huffed out the cigarette smoke, "Your not like them, are you?"

She looked taken back at my words, she smoothed out her dress and stood up straight. Her long black hair just reaching her lower back, her long legs took bold strides towards me. Confidence lacing her body.

She's one brave, woman.

She looked me dead in the eye, I smiled at her boldness, "And what do you mean by that?" She asked.

I chuckled, "Others walk like their the king, but you. You walk like you don't give a fuck who the king is"

She smiled, "As do you, you don't part take in giving a shit who your talking to, you say what's on your mind and if they don't like it they don't like it. Who cares right?"

I puffed on my cigarette, letting the smoke in and out of my body, leaving a trail of cold air as it goes.