introduction: under pressure

beautiful.

i remind you of her, and i don’t comment; at least you think of me, if only in her fond memories. still, your lips lightly brush over mine, and i feel the electricity bump under my skin in hot impulses, fraying my nerves –even if you are kissing her. you tell me in the end that you’re taken, but even still temptation works well on you;

a perfection not mine.

i will not wistfully sigh over you, just wonder from afar—closer. and she knows it’s my scent when you go back late at night.

what is it like to lie to yourself? regardless, I am so addicted to you; soon enough i’ll probably be doing the same.