( POISON LIPS & DEAD HEART. )

Colliding with the wall so hard one of them is gonna have bruises

Moans of pleasure mixing with a single moan of pain as one of them bites the other’s lip

Teeth being dragged along necks, mouths being dragged along jawlines

Hands fumbling at hems, zippers, buttons

One raking their fingers through the others hair before gripping at the root, hard enough to be painful

“you’re not the person i fell in love with.”

“you’re not who i thought you were.”

“i can’t trust you anymore.”

“how could you lie to me about this?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you played with my emotions.”

“what, so this was all a game to you?”

“you should have told me.”

“i’m not sorry.”

“did you really think you could get away with this?”

“i’m no one’s first choice.”

“what did you expect?”

“i need some time to process this.”

“it’s over, isn’t it?”

“we’re done.”

“i can’t move on.”

“you’re nothing without me.”

“i’m not going to stay when i’m clearly not wanted.”

“i’m useless.”

“what is the point of all this?”

“if i can go back in time, i’d try to change things.”

“in our next life, let’s not meet again.”

“the thing we are best at doing is hurting each other.”

“happy endings don’t exist, do they?”

“sorry for the promises i didn’t keep.”

“falling for someone is going to hurt no matter what." 

"you’re worth the pain.”

“i was so blind, that i never saw what was in front of me.”

“i was so naive to think you’d be different.”

“i can’t believe i thought that something would last forever.”

“it’s amazing how you just move on.”

“some things are better off left unsaid.”

“which is worse: to forget? or to remember?”

“fuck you, you never cared.”