What is the point? There is never, ever a point. To sickly pretend that you're in love, or some sort of fucked representation of it. Hang onto each other, but only when the sky is dark and the stars are out, watching and silently shining, setting a suitable background for exotic experiences. Hold each others hands, squeeze, tight, exchange glances that shallowly say "the only way to end this is to sleep with each other". The face you wear is slightly wearing off... is it safe to really show any traces of self? Or is this all pretend. Why must you have to pretend to not fully love someone, but when all you want to do, is really show them. Everything is a fucking predetermined game plan.

You don't really know me, I gave you my number and that means nothing. You told me, things that you've been wanting to say to friends when sober, but hey, here's a disposable friend, might as well empty out mulled thoughts, ready your body and mind for the sun. We fuck, but only because it was already in the plan. You hug me to sleep, and create a cloud of security, but only for the night. Until you have to face each other in daylight and reiterate that it meant, absolutely, nothing at all.