I’m being melodramatic.
I resisted, I hissed, I kissed, I fucked.
The icy spell of half-loves past was broken
Or so I thought
Or so I hoped.
And fuck, did you feel anything?
I’m sorry to both of us that I did, but maybe I’m just goddamn tired
Of playing this charade
Of being absolutely indifferent.
I stepped upon a delicate perch
And I fell.
