I think the worst thing is that I’m always gonna wonder why. I know what you’ve said, and I know what I think, but we’re both ******* liars. We lied through our teeth every second we got, and every whispered I love you felt like razors sliding down my throat. Every time we looked at each other I knew that we were gonna ruin each other, but I never knew how or when or why. But I do know that I never stopped it. You made me trust you and made the lies slow down because I realized that I didn’t need to lie anymore because it was becoming something real. We played games at first and **** am I good at playing the game. I never was good at ending it though. You were. And now every time I think about someone’s hands on my body, I think about how I would rather be anywhere else. I don’t know when I started referring to you as anywhere else, but I did and I do and I wish I could stop because it feels like razor blades again. Every single time.