Currently.
Currently, I am dating a man I do not enjoy outside of my bed.
He speaks in mumbles & in past tense of who he used to be.
I dislike those types of men. I know that.
I genuinely cannot tell you why I’m in his arms.
Loneliness? Curiosity? Romanticizing the could be’s?
Maybe.
I don’t feel that I’m doing much damage since he’s not mine.
He knows & understands that. Nor does he question it.
Maybe he’s doing the same.
Maybe we both know not to speak on it.
Once you ask the dreaded “What are we?”
We have to be something.
