gigondas

say that again



she wants to meet me knowing
that I have always fucking
loved her and she says
no expectations
because we're older
and I think
BULLSHIT
no expectations
just
gives you that
back door

that keeps me loving you
that keeps me begging you

with unspoken practices
and emotional blurs

i used to type until daylight
and then
curl up next to you




the junkyard next door
in the dawn light looked like
new secrets
like
promises
after bone ridden nights
tapping keys and feeling
you
curl
sleeping and smiling
against
me

it felt like a dirty secret
and it might be