I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking as we moved together in the dark. And all the friends that I was telling, and all the playful misspellings, and every bite I gave you left a mark. Tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises that you said you didn't want to fade, but they did and so did I that day. So one last touch and then you'll go, and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more. But it was vile, and it was cheap. And you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me.
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