Good Times (looking for title suggestions!) CW: Violence

I miss it so much.

Screaming until I spit blood

Staring in disbelief at myself

How can you love something

So much that it slams your skull,

Shakes your soul,

Until you just curl up and

Wait to feel like enough,

Blessed with the knowledge that

They wouldn’t do this

If they didn’t think

You could take it.

I could take it,

So they chased and threw and drove me

Around, music so loud that

I could barely hear myself

Screaming, spitting, screaming, spitting.

I loved it. I love it.

Hit me until I’m spitting blood.

It’s all good. They were my boys.

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