Oh, the little things we do for love
You gave him your body not a month after vowing it to me, for he said, “His body jumps when you are close.”
It seemed so simple a thing but it had pulled at your vanity and desire. I saw that even from across the room.
You pulled blood biting into his flesh in order to muffle your cries as he took your virtue in the coatroom at your Aunt Edith’s funeral but then you are no good at self-denial.
I’ll pretend not to notice for we are but a month married, that and I fucked your maid of honour the afternoon I picked her up from the airport for our wedding.
I long for summer today.
All my love,