“the rendezvous we try to hide from but we always come back to”
i did it again.
i fell back down the same exact
deep dark hole i swore to myself
i’d stop falling down.
because you texted me out of the blue
and i knew exactly what you’d want.
and i know exactly what i want.
i want him, but he’s not mine,
so you’ll have to do.
and we played the same parts
pretended like everything was okay.
like nothing was wrong,
except this is the first time we’ve spoken
in two damn weeks.
but we’ll always avoid the question
of what we’re doing up at two in the morning
with each other
rather than the ones we know
we should be with.
but this was the last time.
and you can call me baby,
or your girl, or whatever makes you happy,
but i’m not yours. i never will be.