I knew I was playing with fire so why was I so surprised when I got burned? He told me to make sure I don't fall in love with him. He told me he wasn't comfortable talking. He told me he wanted to make me happy. I had cigarette burns up and down my body and I should've known it would hurt because you had ones to match. There's something about tracing over your own skin after someone's touched you. Almost as if the traces will never disappear, like the scars from cigarette burns.
This took me so long to write because I couldn't find the words. I still don't know if I have.