And all he had to say to break my heart was that I was breaking his.
His words collapsed me on the bed.
" Don't make fun of me."
Seriously? Was I suspose to walk on egg shells around him?
To fuck off were the first thing that came to mind,
but he looked hurt.
he looked as if I had crossed a line.
That line were it was us against them,
I was now one of them. One of the people who only cared if he bled.