Times, trains, whose house after. I look organised. I am just frightened of being left in a doorway with nowhere to put this tired face.
Month: September 2025
I stand there doing maths like it is romance. London will charge you for lunch and still call it a deal. I laugh. I pay.
I do not compete with a lock screen. Eyes on me. Hands on me. If you can scroll you are not as into this, mouth.
Unavailable is not mysterious. It is unpaid labour I do in my head. If he wanted to, that message would already be sitting right there.
I can spot a bad idea in a nice coat. I still say yes. Chemistry feels like proof. It is usually just familiar old trouble.