The pain was bittersweet. Kinda like pinching a mosquito bite in the midst of July. I liked it too. Call me crazy but I just love my boo.
The pain was bittersweet. He ain't hurt me, he just killed my pride n self esteem. But that's any teens' dream, right. Handsome ..man falling for a puberty unstruck loner dealing with emotional issues from inside.
The pain was....bitter but sweet. His kisses were sickening but who am I to resist. That's what he said. So I didn't resist his alcoholic breath and his wandering hands. I didn't even flinch when he went deep.
The pain was sweet but also bitter. This kinda pain makes you shiver. Makes you question your worth. Makes you forget your values.
For this pain is something you've always wanted. You've gotten portions from others but you want it deeper.
The pain was love. The love he had for me vs the love I had for him. I'd always win our war because my love was actually real. I loved every piece of him and I still do.
The love was bittersweet it ended roughly. I shed tears from the many battles I withdrew.
He chanted alot of "fuck offs" and "whores" until our love was threw.
So Sir Charles, when you tryna come through.
