I must be honest. Under the surface. It grinds like a blender. The sound of two voices. My heart seems to fail me. It put me in a stranger's bed. It hurt who I love the most.
I was a teenager, delusional. With such an awkward build. That's why the first time she sent me a look. I swore she was my world. A week later, got cheated on.
Had everybody feeling bad for you. The last two years all the pain you went through. You were only giving half the truth. Loving attention, playing a victim.