Are we good?

“Are we good?” you say as you’re walking out the door.

“I love you so much” you tell me again, since I didn’t hear you the first time.

I was too busy replaying the words you said to me not even five minutes ago.

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“I just want to stab you in your neck!”

“Fucking fat bitch”

“Fucking nasty bitch”

“I hate seeing your face, take that stupid face off”

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“Hey, I love you okay, are we good?” you say again.

Yeah, we’re good. I love you too.