I Don’t Think She’s Coming

An eight o’clock date was late, like hours late.
Darkness had blended with matching shadows
and faded her tears into a memory of footsteps.
I’m so stupid.
I should have fucked myself instead of you;
maybe I’d had an orgasm.
You fuck with my head,
knowing there’s nothing left to say, so stay away.

(© 2022 AC)

(WattpadAmazon Kindle.)

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