I don’t know when I knew that love wasn’t enough

When the warmth of your closeness that

Let me hear your heartbeat mimic the drums

That roar in my ears when I think

About you

Stopped being the motivation I needed

To want you

I don’t know when my affection for you

Turned into a chore, a duty I am guilted into

When you tell me you miss me

I’m sorry

The words automatic, consoling

When I don’t want t...

Lila crashes through the front door or the cafe, the bell above the door tinkling to announce her arrival. She breathed in deeply, the smell coffee and taking up all her concentration as she tried to catch her breathe.

The only other patron in the small cafe, a teenager wearing a summer dress and trans pride socks had looked up after hearing the bell, and was now staring wide eyed at Lila, who, s...