You are doing the dishes,
you are making me tea,
you are walking the dog,
you are kissing my cheek.

Taking a breath gets more difficult every time you round the corner.
Facade, Mask, Lie.
Stay put, stay put, stay put.

Your smell, your gaze, your adoration... ad nauseam.
Your whistling makes me want to smother you in your sleep.

You should leave.
covertcoitus covertcoitus
31-35, F
Aug 17, 2014