My mama once warned me about the boys with electrifying blue eyes that could light up any city.
She also warned me about the boys whose grip is so tight it could break a bone in my hand or fingers. She said he wasn’t trying to physically hurt me, he just wants to hold me tight and keep me close.
She warned me about the boys who took me on coffee dates and she warned me about the boys who could make me laugh so hard that I’d pee myself.
She warned me and warned me, and everytime I would look at him all I would see is what my mama warned me about; and I see it now, I see why she warned me about boys like him.
“Don’t get hurt.” mama said
“Why would I get hurt, mama? He loves me very much.” I asked
“Love hurts.” mama said