i was holding the rifle the way i was holding your hands ,
and they were still hot —
so hot that now we are calloused , - love beat me and then i beat you —
our hands were burned together . . but you smiled , and i was the one who cried instead.
one day, someone will kiss my scars .
someone should kiss yours, too.
the recoil will always sting , and i will always bruise. .
BIG ******* S/O TO MY EX!! he’s been so ******* kind to me and deserves so much in life. It ***** that I can’t give it to him but he’s one of the kindest people I know. I was snooping through my friends blog and I found her poetry, and got The title from a line I read in one of them. I love that friend too!