new year i come to you, walk lush expectance through steamy eve up 52nd. you, cocaine rubbed into your gums. me, feigning sober friendship while i sip tipsy our sweet wantings (waitings)— radiating out, pouring together, filling me up.
your couch: feet inch together, heat builds in shrinking spaces between legs. where can we…closer, my skin bids.
but you can't, you say. so we break, make tight, form again two bodies.
now you come to me. don’t start it. you reach baby-blue nails to graze my knee. fingertips crawl across air, cry for contact. i give you it. you stay long, in my bed.
but you can’t. we break.
how: never together, but already broke this many times?
Editor’s note: It’s that time again — when I put out the call for submissions to keep this thing going. Send me your breakup stories, friends! Link below. I can’t wait to read them <3