The first time we stared back each other

My heart would beat outside my chest

The first time we held hands 

I would get sweaty palms 

The first time we kissed 

My cheeks flourish with blood

The first time we argued

I would try to mend the broken bonds

The first time you touched me

I was scared...

How did we end up here? Is this what love means? Manipulate the words around but I will never notice. Yet here I am, somewhere I don’t recognize. 

What are we doing here...

Wait... stop it, it hurts... 

No one can read the screams. They are blind. 20 minutes of torture leads 20 years of true pain. And yet I never knew until I woke up the next morning.