fever
"would you ever lie to me?"
"no. never. would you ever lie to me?"
"yes, i would, and i'm sorry. i'm just being honest."
one month and seventeen days proved a soluble love. photographs shuffle through my time-lapse memory of a bud, a blossom, a bloom. exchanging love across twenty-two thousand miles was as effective as tossing wilted petals against the wind. i'm not ready to let anybody else fuck him and the jealousy corrupts and consumes. nostaglia deludes me; it reveals a love is a farce.
"no. never. would you ever lie to me?"
"yes, i would, and i'm sorry. i'm just being honest."
one month and seventeen days proved a soluble love. photographs shuffle through my time-lapse memory of a bud, a blossom, a bloom. exchanging love across twenty-two thousand miles was as effective as tossing wilted petals against the wind. i'm not ready to let anybody else fuck him and the jealousy corrupts and consumes. nostaglia deludes me; it reveals a love is a farce.