It took:
a beating
a weeks worth of ignoring me
a virginity
and an hours long talk that was balls deep
The epiphany I reached?
I won't love for a while.
I can care.
I can get angry.
Offended. Proud. Amused. Disturbed.
But every single thought is of you.
These days of exercise
Those hours of sex
The steamy make-out sessions with bad intentions...
It's amazing how a single memory can knock you flat on your ass.
The fist heads towards me and I remember you saying you'd never want me hurt. So I step into it, I get cut and bleed, then haymaker that motherfuckers jaw.
Spit on the ground and walk away.
Every thought is of you.
-xo
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