Tangled in Sheets

He calls her Sweet Cheeks to get a rise.
She calls him washed-up-and means it.

They don't like each other. They're not supposed to.
But somehow, they keep ending up in the same bed-
tangled limbs, shared silence, and tension thick enough to drown in.

She's the quiet girl who doesn't let anyone in.
He's the broken musician who doesn't know how to stay.

And neither of them is ready for what happens
when the lines start to blur.