i was crying in the middle of the street, she was telling me how good i am but it wasn’t helping. if you ask me now why the tears came in the first place, i wouldn’t be able to tell you. they came and went in a flash/he called me minutes later and i appeared like a genie. he summons me

i tried to memorialize us that night, in paragraphs and photographs, both litter my room now. the only traces of you, artifacts

we went down into the basement, they same one from the nights before that never end well. should’ve known better