#forsaige

the other day i was asked what it's like to be your friend with blond hair, soft eyes, does not even need to pretend then i told them about the fighting and how much sass was in her body they never seem to get that part right, the way she forgives became her hobby how she made words out of hurt, how only some people saw the cuts was it because you tuned out the emotions, of the swirling feeling inside your gut? shall i grant you the wish - of not knowing what you knew but will it save you from the pain that in your direction was once threw?