You know, I’d tell you where this came from but I honestly have no idea. I just remembered a prompt and managed to make something of it in like two minutes. It’s not particularly pretty, but I like it all the same.

Raise a glass to the things we no longer dare mention, nights cloaked in shame and mornings where you woke up on the right side of the wrong bed. Who’ll remember if we work this hard to forget? What about nights where I cowered on the ground, begging rum-drunk eyes to see me? Are we forgetting that too? Kisses in the dark before it all went to hell, soft touches and slow hands. Are they on the list? Are we forgetting when you loved me or the times you didn’t? I think some clarification’s needed, I need to know what to shove under my pillow once we’re done. Cheers. Here’s to hiding.