Keine Lust

Backwards and forwards.

Always sleeping with somebody. I had a girlfriend. She lived hours away. So far away. My heart belonged to her, if I had one left.

Being with her, those rare moments.

In bed, she holds me close to her. To her heart. So naive, a promise of forever. I don't deserve her. Guilt. Her heart is wasted on me. But this was bliss. A sudden ephitamy.

"I...I've been sleeping around." I blurt out. She laughs, and hold me closer still.