shit shit shit

I can't.

My head is foggy; thick memories of your lips ignite sparks of fire off my body

I can't think about you, at least not now, not when I'm with her.

I don't know what I want.

My chest hurts, compressed and painful.

I was fine at first.

But then, there was a second glance and I saw you.

Saw your eyes.

They were full of pain.

I want you.

I can't have you.

I shouldn't have made a second glance.