the truth is that sometimes, when someone close hurts you, you don't want any mending.
you stole me and he stole you and we're all walking around in skin that isn't ours with voices that don't match and saying words we don't even mean with smiles that are
but never too broad, these bodies are empty shells that weren't made for us.
even though everything is "fine"...
... i am not.
i feel so out of place.