I swear it doesn’t hurt.
He fills the vacancy I
claimed I needed:
a seat-filler
and body to move with at night.
The phone that doesn’t ring
doesn’t mean a thing
I don’t wait for the sound
getting bitter and angry
becoming more and more like
the girlfriend I claim
I don’t want to be
with each passing moment.
And I swear it doesn’t hurt-
just aches and eases
like disappointed hope
and I finally understand
what they meant when they said
casual sort-of-not dating
would be a “slippery slope”
for someone like me.

“slippery slope” -jessicagadziala


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