The Worst of Times.

Phone getting more FaceTime than you in the bedroom. Smashing more likes for strangers than the love at your side.

Go’ head and call it. Throw in that towel used to wipe your fingers,palms, and thighs clean.

Ain’t no way you holding each other the right way now. You’re too sticky with greed and for personal pleasure.

Limits are long gone. Been surpassed by every lie that looks better than who you have.

They were once IT. Everything you wanted.

You aged them when you changed from damaging lust, that set traps back when being stuck and coming back was fun.