She came all over him. Loudly.
If, maybe she hadn’t been so loud? Not because he cared who heard. He’d been…
I should have felt worse, but I couldn’t.
They were supposed to go dancing. It had been planned for over a week. But when the time came, he said, “Let’s just stay…
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.
She wrote my name on the steamed-up window, and I fell in love.
The shadows just stayed there, looming in the corners of my bed.
I wish it would hurt, even if only for a while.