My mind is everywhere. I see his face.
But it's a good take. I seem to have underestimated my sincerity. I like to finish what I start these days.
It's 4 in the morning. "I'm so tired I can't sleep".
And to think he's seen me naked, he's touched me, he's kissed me, he's entered me.
Overwhelming, this nothingness.
It's easy to pretend that it doesn't hurt. But it does.
Everybody else, yet never him.
