ImmortalizedLies

It tasted of rainwater and warmth and something real—something alive. It was a mistake and I can't fix it but I don't think I even want to. It lingered on my lips like a stain and dyed my insides nervous. It hurt me like nothing else and I can't breathe any more because I'm scared—so scared. It was too rushed and teeth clattered and glasses brushed and why—why am I so awkward? It felt like something rumbling under my feet and I didn't know what; but then I realised it was just me being me. It needed to last forever because not enough things do that and maybe I want something like that (even if I deny it). It was bitte