And then I don’t want you anymore.
I am shimmering throughout the days because the days are sweet to me. I must look like the luckiest girl. But when the sun starts to set, I can feel it begin. My fever only kicks in at night, full-force and heavy. What is a lightning storm? I think I have enough electricity inside myself to light up this entire city. Think desire, think aching, think anger, think about the ocean. Think of the thing you’ve wanted most in life, then times that by one-hundred and ten. When a girl is like this after dark, it is very easy to go to the bars, put on a good show, find someone and pretend you can forget. Look, no one looks as good as you look. I hate you for that. It is easy to be bad; I’m very good at it. It is better to go home, take a hot shower, fall asleep naked, and wait for the sun to rise on my sleeping body to let me smile again.