It’s sweat now.
It’s sex now, or no.
It’s not anymore.

It’s my own fault, like always.
Always so trusting,
trusting you to catch my fall,
falling fast again and again,
again hitting the asphalt,
pavement, payment
asphalt, my fault,
betrayal, betrayal,
my body betrays me,
like how you betray it.
just like he said, just like I said.
I said not to see me anymore.

It’s only sex.

surely you can move on easy enough.
surely there’s no reason for either of us
to see the end of this play. No.
I’m leaving early this time. No
sunk cost fallacy. No, no,
I said no.
No refunds. No taking back what you said
and what you did
and what...