I am a pretentious asshole, but I never craved this sensation
As I watch you gasp and prowl about your mind
Justifying your natural immunity between ragged breaths.
Vindication, for a self-righteous bitch like me, usually tastes sweet
But I wish I’d never known this flavor in my mouth,
This mouth that can still taste below the nose that can still smell.
I thought you’d remember the days you force fed me breakfast and understand
The words that tumbled from behind my mask wanted wellness for you
Instead you ingested the bitterness of this god forsaken January air.
I want to like the people I love
But right now I don’t even love myself
Because I never wanted to be this right.