Love hurts

Punching. Screaming. Shouting. Teasing. I… Come home late. Text ex’s. Ignore her calls. Block her on Facebook. Pretend to forget her Birthday. While she… dances with strangers in clubs. Flirts with my best friend. Insults my clothes. Looks for drunken brawls. Cuts holes in my T-shirt’s…We fight, we make up. We fuck, we cry. We say we’re going but we always come right back. We say it’s over, but its forever… Our love isn’t fairy tales and happily ever after’s. It’s broken bottles and angry make-up sex. It’s not perfect, but it’s us…it’s not love if it doesn’t hurt.


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