11/6/18
Why do I still fucking
Fantasize about you
When I know
You’re about to tear me apart?
Maybe I’m a masochist.
But maybe I should have
Made that connection when
You clasped a hand
‘Round my throat
On our first date,
Before you even kissed me,
And my knees were
Weaker than I ever cared admit,
Even to you.
Remind me to stay away
From men like you
Who I can never
Seem to resist falling for
As hard as they are
Liable to strike me.
-Sarah Clinton