Sex or loneliness. I couldn’t tell the difference. Tangled as our bodies. Tangled as the sheets. Desire for you or wanting what I couldn’t have. I couldn’t tell the difference. A cheap hotel where we shouldn’t have been. A hope that lasted until morning, strangled in our arms. A love that left with the morning sun and drove off into goodbye.
published in Write Under the Moon
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