i can't stop saying it's fine, it's not you, just a bad day, just busy, just this, just that. when all i really want to do is grab you and hit you, hit you hard for every touch you gave, for every innuendo, for every promise, for every improptu question you didn't need an answer to, for every fucking thing you said, but didn't truly, actually mean.
because i have no right to punish people for my own disillusion. for it is not their fault, it's mine.