#11013

Your first love ruins you in a way no other lover can ever fix. Because where some people can be erased with time like memories, first loves are imprinted somewhere deep inside you in the scar they left when they cut you open. And even when it's all healed over, a part of you still feels the exact piece of you they left with. Stolen forever. Never forgotten.

God I just want to claw you to pieces until you are nothing but shreds of flesh and plaid and leather. I wonder if your lover knows she moved across the country with a serial neglector. With her smile that looks like mine and her eyes that look like yours. And those curves above her hips where you lay your hands where you used to lay them on me. I will never forgive you for abandoning him. And I will never forget you for abandoning me. And then you run off to another state to abandon everything else. You always have been a runner. I guess that makes all the weight you’ve gained that much more ironic. Maybe all your guilt is physically manifesting itself under your skin. Maybe it’s just that the sinking feeling you get when you hear of me and remember what you’ve done and what you’re capable of has taken up permanent residence in your gut. Manipulator. Abuser. False prophet. “Do you feel better? Better? Better? Do you feel anything at all?”

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