So stop trying to impress me with your fakeness and your false sense of sensibilities. You are not sensible. You are not kind. You are just another fragment another symbol of the times.
The need to reconcile is so strong within me that I can’t tell whether I really want you again or if I just want reconciliation. Some things should not be mended once two people have broken them. Should they?
He put his lips to mine. Like smoke, I swallowed him in.