Lust is in the mismatch

by Christos Polydorou

20170809_140419We talked.
I lost.
Beared the cost.

You ran.
I chased you.

Caught you.
Don’t leave me.
What you want.

How could you.
Not want me anymore?
First of all

try not to step on the public roses?
Second of all I just wanted to get laid.
It took me so long to realise I don’t want a

boyfriend, and if I did, it wouldn’t be you.
Cut the shit.
We were together a week.

It felt infinitely longer.