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-****** throats.

How fitting.