She was a bad taste I couldn’t help but swallow. Eyes like the last day of autumn, cold and unforgiving, their best days behind them. She had lips lined with the promise of a lie and hands that could bruise as much as they could heal. What else could I do? I drank her poison. I’m walking a fine line between losing myself and gaining even less. Maybe our mouths weren’t meant to kiss each other but sometimes a little wrong can feel right. After all, neither of us were ever complete to begin with. Just fragments, seeking to fit our tattered edges into someone else’s. Looking to fall in love but settling just to fall.