“You start to realize after a while that sex doesn’t really matter
As much since you’ve turned a new stone.” This fascinated her
As she laid upon his chest post-coital, she asks why
Equally bemused and taken by her inquisitiveness to life, he looks up at the ceiling
And says, “You just get used to being your own person, without giving two fucks
A partner stands besides you, but you’re still alone with yourself at the end of the day.”
Maybe it was his pessimism, oddly enough
Or the nonplussed attitude he had about opinions, she remembers
Falling for no reason, other than that she was addicted
To him, in contrary to all reason, and against his own better judgment