Pain

I once was told life was built on the circle of trust. I never understood that every soul on earth was demonized with a portion of lust, but some say that this is god’s way of testing our trust. Others say this feeling is a must. I say. This is my way to show you ill adjust. No matter what. I must

We cant go without a fight. Every day it could be the simple (your right). But as you know we are both hot heads and once we get our target insight, we shoot to kill and never stop to ask if we were wrong or right. Even if in the end I won’t give up the fight. For you I’ll use every bit of my might.

The first day I saw you was the last day I thought I was alright. I had never worried about anyone until I saw your eyes so bright. I can make friends with the devil but it took hours to conversate with you forthright because I have never seen such beauty outright.

I gave up on life before you. My family knows it too. You’ve made me so much better and under this spell I can’t come to. Its definitely rough but I don’t think we are through. You made me what I am today. You know it’s true. Before you my family thought they lost not one but two.

When we met I fought a lot. I drank a lot and I was everything a real woman would never spot. It took so much courage when as far as I thought it should not, but you were the first thing I coward from in years. I thought you were so hot. It took me hours just to bring you a beer because I knew you were the longshot

I learned how to be good even if we don’t always see eye to eye. The thing that hurts me most is when I see you cry. See your pain through my eyes when I’m the reason why. I stopped drinking excessively because ide rather die, then lose you to this or another fight. This I cannot lie. I’ve even run thinking of you for the first time in my life.

To end this I want to say, I told you I love you prematurely astray. I understand what we got is still like molding clay and I won’t I’ve up because the shape won’t stay the same. Between you and me, our shape will be ours to claim. The question is what will our end shapes picture portray

By Joshua Rocha

dedicated to Cassie Ramsey

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