Try to tell you no, but my body keeps on telling you yes. Try to tell you stop but your lipstick’s got me so out of breath. I’ll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself. I’ll be waking up inner satisfied, guilty as hell.
"Stop asking me to trust you while I’m still coughing up water from the last time you let me drown."
"Well played. But you’ve played with the wrong one."
Alyssá, even though it’s not anymore what we once had, I’m always there for you. Real friendship isn’t about being inseparable. It’s about being separate and still to know you can count on each other.