I played the cool girl
You called me pretty.
I played the cool girl,
a constructed portrayal of mystery & inaccessibility.
Did I make a mistake?
Isn’t that what you wanted?
A mere prop,
a decorative ornament atop your bookshelf.
Isn’t that what we both wanted?
Sometimes I remember the heavy weight of your thighs
pressed hard against my own.
It’s intoxicating.
I miss it.
It’s terrifying.
I run from it.
These days I’m softer.
I taste different,
less acidic.
Fuck being the cool girl.
-She’s burning