ησ𝓈εⒷ𝔩𝐄є𝓓

i keep waking up at his place
two days, then another
the nights melt together
so do we

and i've been here longer than i should

and i like his words
though i don't believe them

i'm waiting for the moment i can leave

and he fucks me right
almost like he means it

it's morning again
and i forget what this was meant to be

and i know i've gotta go
but can't remember where i parked

a stain from a cocaine nosebleed
empty Yoo-hoo on the floor
whimpers in his sleep

and it all feels like it's supposed to

Violet Paley is a writer from Los Angeles.