The words he screamed burned my skin as if my blood was made of gasoline, and someone threw a match into the open hole in my chest, the one where my heart once rested.
Each letter was made of sharpened knives, meticulously practiced and rehearsed, I knew you couldn’t have thought of such…
If I say “I love you” with ease, I probably don’t mean it that way.
That Way being: I’m in love with you, I can’t breathe without thinking of you first, my heart sparkles at your touch, I imagine a future with you, I’m utterly vulnerable to you, and you have all the power.
