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Feb 2016
You never could forgive me.
He had lips like sandpaper and your tongue was like a cherry but you never could forgive me for taking a taste.
We never made any promises.
Any vows of commitment remained unspoken and under the sheets, solemn and sweet and so easily broken, I never asked you to be devoted.
And you didn't ask me either, so I hoped you'd understand that when my hands landed in his hair, they never felt as tangled as they would in our conversations, in our words which bound my wrists like barbed wire but made me love the sting.
******* for thinking forgiveness makes you weak.
******* for fearing and for fighting something you can't understand.
You've always been too quick to raise a fist, but you don't have to break a heart to be a man.
Ryanne Tate
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Ryanne Tate  Cambridge, MA
(Cambridge, MA)   
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