I just don’t get it.
You don’t get what?
You’re an eleven and I’m a four.
I have no idea what you’re talking about.
I feel like crying when you’re here. Because it starts as you really wanting to see me but it ends with the truth: you just doing it because you feel like you have to. Could you at least pretend you still want me? Is kissing me that bitter? At least you gave me a goodbye kiss. I think the truth is that I have to stop wishing for something that it’s long gone
Sometimes your shoulder is all I have to kiss. Because your head is elsewhere and your mouth feels no longer mine to be