The thing about crushes
is that eventually they stop
being that.
I’m not saying love dies or anything
I’m just saying
that Love never was
and sometimes it takes a few months of
-tumbling across perfumed bedsheets
-holding beers against the back of her neck to Get Her Attention
-passing a joint back and forth and trying not to ash on the cat’s back
-noticing she only texts you when her crystals are charged
(and you’re never going to know what that means because you asked once and she called you insensitive and wouldn’t text you back for 2 weeks)
to recognize that
that shape you saw that one night
flickering against the horizon of orgasm
that destination you’d nicknamed love
was never love at all.
About the Creator
breton lalama
Multi medium artist who's really into exploring tiny huge moments. @bretonlikethecrackers (he+they)
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