I Hate That I Love You

Hannah’s smokey eyes covered the fury lurking beneath the surface.
Skin deep — a catalyst blows out a sharp sigh is that of her own lips — a breath shines upon her sweet face before a crooked smile set in.
As her foot stomps — a puddle of mud splashed thunderous applause.
Damning that she ever met me, I’d learned the truth of my youth is paved with good intentions, most of which I can’t decide the fate. Dark small talk muffles her voice as she pulls me back from the precipice of a tattoo written in stone: We’re fucking permanent.


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