Sorry'¦
Twist the knife and push deeper. It doesn't take much to realize the frailty of human emotion until you're confronted with the truth. Muscles tear and your breath escapes and the blood oozes. That's what it feels like if you weren't aware. You say you know, but I doubt it. You say that you feel the same way, but'¦you know how it goes.
I see you in the arms of someone else. Bird wings flap in my ears and I couldn't hear the last thing you said to me. I'm distracted, but I can still see you lips moving and words aren't being formed. Our fingertips leave each other and mountains crash down to my chest. I might be dead, but I know that I don't want to open my eyes because the morning sun is too bright.
I can smell you. You roll over to me, eyes wide, looking into mine. Your eyes bringing me closer and I can't pull away. I kiss your forehead and your hand glides from the back of my neck to my chest. We knew this was wrong, but it felt right.
You asked me to kiss you just to make sure. I did and you never said anything. Haunted by the kiss that shouldn't have happened, well yeah, that's how it feels. Just twist the blade and push deeper. I've gotten over it, but you keep pushing. You said you loved me and I take your hand in mine and force the blade.

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