Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue.
Words you can’t have back, so they linger.

“Easy, breezy.”

“You are my counterfeit mystery. My artificial company. My forged reality. My im…”

“He's just not that into you if he is a sociopath.”

“...just friends, over and over you said it again—-then you kissed me.”