May 17
The way he looked down on you was pathetic, it made you feel pathetic. the taste of his blood on your tongue from rough bites on his lip was pathetic, The way his hair fell down his face along with the rain drops and the way his stupid fucking nose stuck out with his glasses. you always liked his nose, to bad you had cracked it with your skull. What were you even fighting about this time you didn't know, some where down the line your arguments turned into battles that neither of you really won especially when punches turned into rough kisses followed by clawing at each others skin and clothes. You hated each other not because of who you were but because you needed eachother.