I shouldn’t be here.
We both know you shouldn’t have come.
We should leave, go our separate ways,
pretend we were never together tonight, right?
It’d be the right thing we both know we could never do.
Consuming conversation, we tripped over our tongues;
letting I love you slip.
It’s not like I’m supposed to mean it.
It’s not like I’d want you to mean it.
Maybe we should tell each other we hate one another.
You stripped an article of clothing for a compliment;
we’re nude, exploring each other’s bodies with
passionate kisses in a car that may or may not be stolen.
(© 2022 AC)