I’m curious as to the legitimacy behind the words you spoke to me. How sincere to your heart were they, when they poured out of your mouth and filled my body with sadness. And I’m curious as to how your doing at this very moment, what your thinking and how your new life is. I’m curious as to how you speak when questioned about your life you left behind, and if you even mention the girl you left high and dry. And I’m curious about your conscience, and if it even exists. I’m curious about how the poison of your words tastes when they hit your lips. Of one thing I know I’ll never be curious about is this, that there was nothing behind our very last kiss.
Your eyes are clouded now, and probally always will be.