a jaded kind of beautiful

What is the worth of a single defrayal, when all you are is all I gave you, and all I am is all you returned?

“A penny for your thoughts.”

Does it matter what nettles at my head if unambiguously you made a point that you’re as uncaring as a night lamp to a cup of coffee within its vicinity? See, you’re reducing me to words as petty as what used to be your mind. Do you not understand that smokescreen falsehoods are all we’ve ever been?

“Honesty is not the best policy. It is the only.”

Do you honestly believe that? It makes no difference if we clear out dreams and theories from so long ago - neither if we create new ones. It makes no difference if we pay each other’s debts - much less if we try so hard to become indebted again. The only thing that’s left in the world for me to find, perhaps, is a new self.

Ergo, the only thing that’s left in the world for me to find, perhaps, is a new you.