I don't have a story to tell

I don't have a story to tell
I am just a girl at the bar...


Tales of life, of love
Crumbling essays and fragile novels
What's in a story anyway?


Habits
Comfortable and the forbidden
Sultry kisses and drenched eyelashes
Cramped crevices and blank spaces

Paradox of habits?
Habit of paradoxes?

Did definitions ever tell stories?