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