Standing in the heart of past events, I hold a cigarette in between my fingertips. As I breathe and take a drag, I get a feel of the same cheap lipgloss I felt against my skin. I think back to when it happened, when she spoiled my face with kisses. She's a part of me I cherish, proud to say she gives me sentience. And even though this is short and barely rhymes, I'd be a fool to forget her- for I am soulbound.