i saw what you did and liked it.

i wasn’t supposed to be there.

i was waiting on the 3rd train. the one that never shows unless somebody lies.

lipstick on my iced coffee, no gloss, just color, red like regret, or cherry jello, depending on how close you’re watching.

you kissed her.

i watched it from across the street like it was a prayer you didn’t mean to send.

she laughed too loud after. the kind of laugh that meant she knew.

you looked at your phone like it said something you forgot.

(it didn’t.)

i dug a grave into your thoughts. timestamped it.

july 29. 3:46pm.

she had your right hand. your left hand was still texting her. not her-her. the other her.

the one with the cigarette voice. the girl you said was a phase.

here’s the thing about secrets.

you don’t bury them.

you dress them up and take them outside like they don’t stink.

and eventually… someone smells it.

not me tho.

i just take notes.

🍓

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channel open

broadcasting from a diner booth near your last mistake.

xoxo