tenth, dec

while i poured your coffee, you asked in polite conversation if i missed her. "yes," i replied distractedly, "i slept in her bed..." which, upon further reflection, really leads me to believe that i shouldn't be allowed to have polite conversations at all.

i've decided i'm not going to call you for a while. at first your mystery was intriguing, but the detours you conjure up to keep me guessing are making my legs sore. yeah, your smile made me forget the time; now whenever you employ that dirty trick, i pinch myself to level my head and i look up at the clock.

fucking spare me the fantasy and the thoughts of what could have been. i'm pulling it all down, back to my depths. i'm keeping it shiny for the next stranger to walk my way.

PRV,ARCHVS,NXT,INDX,INFO.