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Love and HateA trail of blood leading from the bed,
It stained the white sheets,
A body of a man lay,
She was sure,
Her eyes were that of dead fish,
No emotion at all,
Bruises on her cheek and chest,
Remember how you beat me,
And said I was a worthless slut?
I gave you Love,
You gave me hate,
Love, hate such a fine line they say,
Love is something magical,
Hate is something twisted,
Twisted like the blade I put through your heart,
You said you were leaving,
You are leaving to hell.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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