Our first kiss came two years late
in a false reality, under careful eyes.
Your lips were pillowy and of a nondescript temperature.
It's funny, all the minute details I forgot while in a state of "surprise". A state I was so dedicated to, that I forgot to kiss back.
Then I faked happiness
and so did you.
A couple of frauds, vomiting lies into each other's freshly-fucked throats.
How fitting.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 9:29 PM UTC
Our first kiss came two years late
in a false reality, under careful eyes.
Your lips were pillowy and of a nondescript temperature.
It's funny, all the minute details I forgot while in a state of "surprise". A state I was so dedicated to, that I forgot to kiss back.
Then I faked happiness
and so did you.
A couple of frauds, vomiting lies into each other's freshly-fucked throats.
How fitting.
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