confession
i’d send you my apologizes on the tips of yr fingers with the slow kiss of my lips
but you won’t give me the time of day
and by night we lose ourselves to the melodrama that defines us–
it breaks my heart that we are just our game
of fuck-over vs. hard-evening-fuck vs. any less scary option
than the full actualization of us.
i meant it when i say i only want to love you.