:( (pt2/3)

The old feelings wear your face and they tell me to do it. To slice and make that mark. The feelings turn their head away and stiffen up as I flick open your blade. Would you find it satisfactory? Or is it not as overt as that? I dont understand you for a second and I dont want to, but why must it all circle back to you. Comparing them to you. Wanting you. Looking for you. The old feelings slick their hair down and stare uncomfortably. The old feelings speak of their moon. Did you know how he once looked at me? Reduced to ashes. Did you know how I'd hold his face? Stiffened while his lower lip trembles. And I just couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe that it was actually happening, and it was him.