strange(st) angels;

August 13th, 2016 · 0 comments · permalink

“my tender teen self spent so many nights smoldering & aching, sighing Hope’s words on a moody stage with a boy who would eventually hurt my heart so badly that i ran away in the middle of the night and drove cross-country to find a space that i could finally start healing in.”

.
(just over the mason-dixon line, i went feral in a tawdry hotel room,
sobbing and scratching at him, striking his chest

over
and
over

and he let me.

(carefully)
holding me down just enough to avoid real injury,
letting my blows land
again and again.

what he had done was the worst thing he could have done

to a girl
in love

but

at least he gave me the space
to hate him for it.)

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