The end goal

is what I'm unsure of. 

My own intentions were

murky 

from the start. 

It was all just 

for fun

for attention

to pass the time. 

 

And it was fun

until now.

and I felt

good

until now.

but time did pass. 

 

The taste in my mouth

is bitter

and metallic

and unbearable.

It is the taste of 

rejection-- 

one that I never wanted to know

but you introduced me anyhow.