π₯Έ Β© π΄πππππππ ππππ. πΆπππππππ πππππππππππ ππ πβ½ π΄πππππππ βΎπ π¨ππ ππππππ ππππππππ π₯Έ ββββββββββββββ You touch my wrist like youβre asking for rights you never earned. I don't answer, and you read silence as a signature. Weβre good at paperwork like that. We call it casual, but nothing about us is casual. We meet in the overlap and pretend itβs an accident. I keep trying to quit you clean, but thereβs elegance in failing. πΆ Youβre the sweetest risk I canβt refuse, the worst idea I keep choosing. If thereβs damage, let it be mutual. If thereβs regret, let it be earned. Donβt apologize, weβre both consenting to the bruise.πΆ You come back like you never really left, asking for space with your hands on my waist. Last time you said you hated how I left early; I said I hated how you never asked me to stay. We joked about it, but the room went heavier than both of us. Sometimes I picture you with someone better. I canβt tell if I should clap for you or break something fragile... preferably yours. I donβt want to heal you, I donβt want to be healed. I want the collision, not the resolution. πΆ Youβre the sweetest risk I canβt refuse, the worst idea I keep choosing. If thereβs damage, let it be mutual. If thereβs regret, let it be earned. Donβt explain, we knew exactly what we were doing. πΆ We both lie, but never for the same reasons. You call it freedom, I call it hunger. You check in with your fingers, I answer with my breath. Weβve always been better at actions than intentions. πΆ Youβre the sweetest risk I canβt refuse, the flaw I learned to defend. If this is a pattern, Iβll trace it again. No redemption, just a beautiful wrong we agreed on.πΆ Donβt be kind, just be honest. It suits us better. ββββββββββββββ (π»πππ ππ π ππππ ππ πππππππ. π΅ππ ππππππππ ππ ππ πππππππ ππ πππ ππππ ππππππ. π¨ππππππ πππππππ ππππ π¨π°.)
