lust
when the roses begin to wither and the chocolates are gone the jewels no longer shimmer by the rays of the sun the promises remain unstable in the atmosphere the lens of your love suddenly starts to clear and the private stories were for them not for you the movie nights built a wall to stop you getting through to deciding the names of the twins you have been trying to create every evening when there’s nothing left to say and the quotes are no longer relatable a fable of why you should remain faithful to a relationship without a label except the drunk matching tattoos you got in Naples when you met and the ink permanently poisons your skin to remind you that within you your body is rejecting the sweet little nothings whispered in your ears by the Spotify playlist that left you unprepared for the reality