the-memory-of-love

We were young
and in love,
and very angry.
And headstrong. And we fought a lot. 
And it was passionate.
And we forgave each other endlessly.
And it felt holy. 
I never wanted you when you
spoke to me with a resentful
mouth. But there’s a life in your
eyes I am living for. 
And I make you so angry, 
you will leave me. And sometimes
I hope you do. 
And I live for you, with a pain in my bones.
Like bad milk. I ache for you.
I romanticise you realism, but
there’s nothing romantic
about
the way you would like to
spend less time with me.
Bu we ate chocolate in bed,
and we kissed a lot,
and you asked me to
take my
sweatshirt off.
And you say sorry
and I cry.
And you will love me,
till I make you angry again.
—  I Am The Sweetest Violence by Royla Asghar 

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