Blood. Sweat. Fist Fights

Blood.

Sweat.

Fist fights. 

Fucking and fighting. 

Four years 

And it became routine, 

Our routine.

And then it wasn’t . 

We don’t talk;

Not even to scream at each other. 

Fell into love fast.

You moved 

I stayed. 

Falling out of love. 

Faster 

Fastest. 

Done. 

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