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and as my fist connected with his face, i knew that I was fighting for the right cause. i knew that whatever would happen to me in the following hours, that would be okay, because nobody can tell me i'm dead to them, nobody can tell me i'm useless. as the clock ticked and ticked, i sat in the crusty gray chairs that were now tinted orange. i heard the screaming in the room, the panting and crying.
i was not going to look at her eyes, no matter what i did, i would not break down. if i looked at her eyes for just a second, i would crumble. my body is like a statue, fragile and fray. he took a sledge hammer to my heart, and i took one to his brain. even if it hurt him, it hurt her more.
i told her i would never hurt her. i told her i would never leave her, i would be patient. kind. i went to church with her, i wrote in her diary. i smelled the flowers in her hair until they died, still as pretty as her
she used to call me an old soul, now she calls me an old friend. everyone says that "love is patient, love is kind" it's in a fucking song. why did they lie, it's not any of those.
love isn't patient, it leaves right when you're ready. love is not kind, it breaks the people you love.
