Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

I cross my arms, unable to pull my gaze away from her, no matter how hard I try. There's an entire ocean before me that deserves my reverence, yet all I want to do is give it to her.

I’m overflowing with frustration from the entire male species. I’m pretty sure women can live just fine without them, yet here they are, still plaguing Earth like cockroaches. A definite hiccup in evolution.

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I’ve known her for barely over six weeks, and she’s already got me falling at her fucking feet.

I wanted to take all her broken pieces, and fucking shatter them—turn them into dust so she could never be whole again. I realize now how foolish it was when I could take those pieces and give them a home amongst my own.

“Ti penso ogni ora, ogni minuto, ogni dannato secondo. Non so che fare.”

Whoever created the word goodbye never knew loss.

It’s impossible to hate you when you make me feel so alive