My favourite nights are the ones where there are no I Love Yous to doodle on our wrists. And don't you know, that's how I get through my day? Living for you with "Beloved" scrawled beneath a bracelet. So how do I get past a day with vinegar and salty tears. They only sting the cuts, just burning past a little more. They burn a little deeper into your blood stream, and you can't escape the memory.
