No Good
We both know you’re no good for me just as much as I’m no good for you. Time, space, hopes, fears, plans, future — we share none of these. The only thing that links us is passion and some vague idea of love tainted by unstoppable lust.
You make me laugh but you’ll never see me cry. We are shallow, see-through, simple. We are boring because there is no drama. We are unsustainable — because in reality there is no “us”.
We don’t do relationship, we don’t do co-dependence, we don’t do expectations. We chat, we talk, we make empty promises — but mostly, I am just flipping through your pictures, caressing the screen with my eyes, imagining your arms around me, your lips on my lips, your touch on my skin. You are my daydream, my indulgence, the mental pain-relief on my darkest days.
Sometimes I miss you and I wish you were here. Before I fall in love with the idea of us again, I have to remind myself, that you are my guilty pleasure only — nothing more.
