Jul 10, 2025
i wore red for him
it’s weird, dating someone who’s part myth.
you start to forget where the mask ends.
like—
is he quiet because he’s thinking?
or because he’s tracking a crime syndicate across three time zones?
sometimes he disappears mid-sentence.
sometimes he texts me back like
“sorry, got shot. you up?”
i keep an extra phone charger at his place.
he keeps a bandage kit under my sink.
we don’t talk about it.
last week i found a feather in his hoodie pocket.
he swears it’s from a pigeon.
(it wasn’t.)
anyway.
i’m making dinner tomorrow.
spaghetti and the illusion of control.
🩵
– b
