Written by Jacob Ibrag
This doesn’t really matter. We’re both here
for the same thing, a warm body to wake up to.
A face to stare at, and lips to lock with. Fleeting.
It’s alright though. No fools. Not a Jerry and Elaine.
Yet still want this, that and the other. Meeting my
expectations till you can’t. Out with you, in with
the new. Obvious amphibians, royalty minus
the crown. Fairy tale for the broken.
Art by IMustBeDead