it's a curse.
earlier, i felt electric.
now, i feel wiped out and cursed.
no strings, but not random
in a few days i will be seeing one boy i used to have that with.
we were into mindfucking, mostly, as he lived in montreal,
and i in michigan.
i'll be traveling to see him in two days with our third,
the link to our sordid love triangle.
my love for third was requited, but never timely.
montreal was my compromise; i was living out third's fantasies for him.
we took dirty pictures of ourselves to send to third.
he was not amused. (secretly, he was amused)
montreal helped me to remember my sexuality. i need montreal again.
so we're all married now,
but i am the only one that isn't happy.
