I went out last nightParts of it were funAnd parts of it were not
I should have felt worse, but I couldn’t.
How he got her here, he didn’t quite know
Today I feel quiet insideNot wanting, and not needingAnythingThe constant hum and buzz of energy is silentMy mind is stillI told them that you…
The morningsThe mornings still get to meI swim up to consciousness all full of promise and hopeThen it crashes inCompletely unwanted.
I remember I used to get tingles whenever I meet someone new. I would put up efforts to actually exchange pieces of my self with them. I was so…
It was an infidelity of the most agonizing kind.
On his old, frail fingers, the smell of her private parts still lingered.
Slowly, we will both forget this. We’re not even a pair of lovers.
The shadows just stayed there, looming in the corners of my bed.