"It’s Hard.
Being around him
He infuriates
me, he makes me sweat
It's been
like this, ever since we met
He makes me
wait
I sit here
waiting, waiting for the right time.
Waiting to
get what I want
What I've wanted,
since we met
Late at
night, in the ally
I get
him from behind
There will
pain
After all,
after that whack
His head is
inflamed
There we
are in this ally
Causing a small
fire
Standing there
One over
the other
United in despair.
Him on the
floor
Catching
his breath
After the pounding
His head
was sore but
There is no
blood
I always had
a weak punch
It was
unfair to take him like that
But soon he
got me back
With his devilish
smile, I could see
He had a
trick up his sleeve.
Suddenly
before I could stop him
My head was
wrapped in silk
His hand
reaching for my neck
Holding it
tight
I stand there
gasping, short of breath
And that
was it.
I was
heading for the light
Then it was
over
And all I saw
was white..."
Fighting?
Or Loving?
Dying? Or …
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