the first person i chose to love was the first person who didn't care. they took my love and laughed while others begged me to share.
and I'm so angry at myself for falling for a person that didn't catch me when other people were dying to sweep me off my feet. the rage i feel hardens my fists and yet i still catch myself making excuses.
i cringe when i see your name, and i smile when i see your face. part of my love turned to hate, but really it's all the same.
i don't know how to unstick to you. not silence nor violence, or screaming nor leaving, has ever worn the glue.
so you remain the only one. a stark reminder that love isn't always fun. i thought it would be a happily ever after that had just begun silly me, so very young and so very dumb.
the other side – Stories by Noelle
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