He takes a step closer and puts his arm on my waist.
“All the time I’ve spent with you is truly a waste.”
He wraps around my thighs unleashing butterflies.
“Each time I sink into your eyes, another dream dies.”
He presses his nails into my chest and I must confess.
“I was forced into this narrative, don’t yell or call the press.”
He takes a step back and I fall on my knees, out of breath.
“All this time I thought it was love,
Turns out it was future regret.”
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 