Tell Me a Lie

by Brianna Flores

endearing. It’s so fucking cute, and isn’t that just disgusting? I’m thirty-five years old and completely enamored with this barely legal kid.

Cute isn’t an adjective that I use a lot, but I look at him, and I swear I just want to barrel into him, sweep him into my arms, and fucking squeeze. Cute aggression is real, and it’s maddening.

He gives me a tiny smile, so fucking sadly sweet that I instantly know there’s no hope for me. I am obsessed with him, and there’s no way that’s changing anytime soon.

just want someone to want me. To want to keep me. To be sad when I disappear, not relieved.

I don’t mind telling him that I love him, lying to him. Mostly because I’m not all that sure that it is a lie.