cheat 5.8

there comes a time when you have to admit defeat. this time came to me in the form of you, sat opposite me bathed in orange, getting slowly and carefully drunk on expensive cocktails. the hours melted away idly as we danced from conversation topic to conversation topic. i found out you can recite the alphabet backwards and you found out i most definitely can’t. i tell you you should leave her, and you tell me you never will. this makes the fingers up my skirt feel awful confusing. if i am not enough, and she is not enough, do we together make one entity in which he feels whole? if that is what it takes, if it takes me having to share him, having one mid-week night every 2 weeks, where he gets me tipsy and kisses my neck without her knowing, then that’s what i will do.