Cut throat razors will remind me of you, like cut throat words remind you of me. I will remember yogurt …
“Kiss me first, I won’t do it after.”
“Are you serious?”
Now I find myself indulging in the same. It’s not a habit. Just a reminder that I don’t want to kiss you. You were only ever a lesson, showing me how to be all the things I never wanted to be; doing all the things I never wanted to do. All these things make me sick.