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He’s pissed by my outfit of choice

The way his jaw is locked h

AllowingI read this past s I know about this household About this man

A ry

Hurt

And probably lonely

A little boy whose father probably wasn’t there for him

A man who had no role model

I think about it all, and finally, I open my mouth and speak

As I do, I never tear aze from his

“Carl Jung once said there is no co to consciousness without pain In life, the only true obstacle we face is ourselves Weblame on others” I stop, take a deep breath, and continue, “We must face our demons Even if we know the process won’t be easy, we need to step forward fros that hurt us can also shape us into remarkable people When I was a child, I was homeless”

I then talk of forgiveness Of strength I talk of things I probably shouldn’t

I speak fros that h and never break eye contact

Not even when I want to

Not even when his forehead pinches

Not even when I steer the topic to fathers and sons

Not even as he looks like he ht kill me

When I’m finished, I smile broadly, turn, and walk away I head towardto compose myself

As strong as I appeared, this whole escapade has hurt me

I didn’t just allowain

Because that’s what I am

A piece to play with in his little twisted gaer here to play

I’rabs my arm

Then, before I can coainst the wall, and his mouth is on mine

The heat sears through me

Need, want, and desire buckle ht to my core

I should not kiss him back

I shouldn’t let this happen

There is no way having his ood idea

He’s an asshole

He wants to ruin my life

But for some insane and crazy reason, I can’t help myself I allow myself this one blip of stupidity and kiss him back

Just once

We have been dancing around this crazy waltz of hate and desire for weeks From the moment I saw hi my desire

One kiss is okay

Only one

And it will be enough

We’re all teeth and tongue

Hate and lust

My ar around his neck