and thats the thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings
and longing stares
theyre born from just one single glance but they
die,
and they
die,
and they die, a million little times
leave the perfume on the shelf,
that you picked out just for him
so you leave no trace behind,
like you dont even exist
take the
words for what they are
a dwindling mercurial high
a drug that only worked
the first few hundred times