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...