I'm not at all proud of it.
And it only made me feel better momentarily.
For a short while it felt good to touch, to be someone else, to pretend.
Rebel against you.
Rebel against my heart.
But also this made me left cold and empty.
Only missing you more then before.
What is an empty kiss anyway? A lie. A lie straight up our faces.
There is no joy to tangled hair without that soft embrace of possible promises.
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