I've begun to notice that people often aren't who they claim to be. Like calm, clear waters that turn out to be shark-infested. I guess I've started to think that maybe we should all come with warnings.
Warning: doesn't follow the rules
Warning: quick stop
Warning: loves the unknown
Warning: on the run
The first love of my life loved to explore. He'd steal a cheap bottle of liquor, and we'd run off into the unknown, laughing and kissing and stumbling in and around the trees.
Warning: likes to take control
Warning: breaks promises too easily
Warning: chronic liar
Warning: weeble-wobble
He'd walk like a toddler taking his first steps, slowly and pensively, until we were so lost we didn't know right from left. This is when the fighting would start.
Warning: likes to learn with the eyes
Warning: tongue too fierce
Warning: sensitive ears
Warning: touch too strong
He usually drank more than me, meaning that he usually forgot what would happen between those trees. That's probably how he was able to forgive himself each time.
Warning: skin inclined towards bruising
Warning: heart too fragile
Warning: lungs too hollow
Warning: eyelashes too stubborn
There was this one time when it got so bad that I grabbed the poison from him and downed the rest of it. That was the last I remember of that night.
Warning: hand-me-down
Warning: broken
Warning: naive
Warning: easy target
The next morning, I woke up with cuts and scrapes.
I still pretend that they were from falling and tripping when I was drunk.
Warning: don't love me
I'll take advantage of you.
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song -- "Samson," Regina Spektor
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