Oh, fuck you, Andrew.
Fuck you for being such a good guy.
Fuck you for looking at me
like this could be something.
Like I’m not a wildfire heading right for you.
You notice everything else,
so why the fuck can’t you see the lie in my eyes?
Why can’t you see it so I don’t have to say it?
You’re only making this harder for me,
only breaking me slow.
I don’t want to want this.
I don’t want to want you.
And I hate you for makin’ me wish I could.
But I don’t say any of it.
Instead, I stand here,
trying to breathe through it,
and give him the only truth
that'll come out of my mouth?—
“Last-minute panic confession.”
He exhales,
as if I loosened the rope around his neck.
“I’m afraid once you find out the truth about me… Yourall of itturns intosome of it.
“Toless of it.
“Tonone of it at all.”
His brows pinch.
The elevator dings.
Neither of us moves at first.
The doors slide open,
cutting the moment in half.
I step out first.
