she doesn't stop

you don't stop. You can, I mean, you must be able to stop. But not when I'm screaming STOP. You know me well enough to push on old infections, sores covered with maybeline- maybe you will think I'm born with it.

I am scattered. Virgos need neatness. Vigro, virginal, and proud of my newfound sanity. I need to organize my clothes, pack my namebrand backpack just so.
1. empathy.
2. compassion.
3. pity.
4. revolting disgusting maladies, revulsion, disgust, i cannot hit you because you are begging me to. I cannot hit you because I want to be empathetic, compassionate, and calm. I am none of these. I will knock you out if I do not walk away.

walk away. You know, we made it. We even slept a little and we even slept in the same Kingsize bed. I need a rest. The insanity has followed, doesn't it always? I am not looking over my shoulder for a man, but I am scared of your little nails tearing complexion from my cheeks.

I might uderstand but you would rather exault yourself as The Misunderstood and Most Pained. Certainly, you have been hurt and if we are measuring (and you seem to be) I have only been beaten but you have been tortured. It is no excuse call me names when you know I might believe you. Isn't that His excuse? It's not good enough.