I don’t like you.
But
the inside of your head
that we both get lost in
is another story

It’s over.
And
I don’t want the wrong idea growing
in those contorted dark folds
tangled like sheets

I’m done.
Also
too exhausted
to play games (I don’t want you to win)

I’m tired.
I want to curl up and have my whole head
smoothed in those sheets
by you

If…

No.
I mean it.​

– Andrea Bonaccorsi