“I get reckless when I want to be touched. I call and hang up. I walk into the middle of the street. I lie. I dangle my phone out of the second story window, pretend I’m saving your life. The things that I want are shameful. The things that I want are meant for spectacular bodies sprawled out in big beds, or slammed up against a wall. All I’ve got is a couch and a crooked mouth that wants to bruise your neck, so I’ll pretend it’s enough to get you to come home with me. So what if I’m not spectacular? I can still have the dream of you with your hands all over me, unashamed and hungry, if I want it. Look, just come over. Just go with me here, for a second. I know you don’t love me. I know this, but pretend. Pretend for a while. I don’t care if I’m special, as long as you fuck me like I am.”

Are you in a relationship or just having fun right now?