Nothing Changes


Rivalry.

Intense; Constantly increasing in fervour, unceasingly feeding an ache in the back of your skull.
Consuming; Until it's hard to see where all these feelings began, where your limits lie.
Volatile; Slipping easily from friendly clashes to extreme animosity to breathless kissing in deserted locker-rooms.

And all along, none of it makes any sense. How could I justify this if it did?
Kisses undoing my resolve, demanding lips driving against mine. Fingers clawing at my shivering skin, tracing lines that feel like treachery.
All the while, my flesh crawls so deliciously.

None of this changes anything. My hostility, my protector that twists and turns and always ends up a tyrant, too possessive to give me up.

Kiss-shaped bruises and perfect blemishes will fade. All traces of him can be bleached away.
Contempt doesn't disappear that easily.



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